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DON'T CALL ME 'BRO'
PAIRING: lee heeseung × fem!reader
//established relationship, drabble, suggestive? // w/c: 275
SYNOPSIS: you were sitting in the company of your friends with your boyfriend and 'bro' let out of your mouth towards him. however, your teasing apologise made him flustered...
WARNINGS: reader flirting with heeseung, english is not my first language so don't mind grammar or other mistakes
when heeseung left somewhere, at first you didn't pay attention. conversations with old friends flowed smoothly and you didn't notice how your boyfriend returned. he plopped down next to you on the chair, reaching out to you to say something.
"bro, where have you been?" you asked heeseung with a confused tone. he has already recoiled from you to the side with widened eyes, his face expressed fear and betrayal. "don't call me bro," heeseung replied with a displeased tone and a still shocked face.
for some reason, you thought it was funny and decided to play a little silly game. "sorry, babe," you apologised with the most innocent yet teasing face you could ever made. big eyes looking in Heeseung's, your pouting lips with lipstick made your boyfriend look even more confused. but it wasn't the end.
"is it better?" you asked with the same innocent face, however now the corner of your mouth has crept up dangerously, and your index finger has landed on Heeseung's knee, slowly sliding up. heeseung swallowed hard.
friends forgot about you two in their conversation, so did and you. heeseung's vision blurred, he felt suddenly sick and hot, which was noticeable by his sudden perspiration on his forehead. his eyes were lost in yours for a couple of seconds, but as if suddenly coming to his senses, he cleared his throat, shifted in his chair and looked away. you slightly giggled and let him finally breathe by pulling your hand from his thigh away.
heeseung will never forget how his heart sank into his heels and he almost choked on it. you probably should flirt with him more.
a/n: this is the first thing I upload on this account, don't know if I like it though :/ if you only knew how many drafts I have lmao ;)
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Noctis x Mermaid!Reader
Okay so here is that fic I’ve been working on that no one asked for! :P No but seriously, it was just so nice to be able to write something again! I’ve been writing this all day actually, and it’s not very well proof read or anything so I apologise if it’s not great grammar, and it’s not up to my usual standard. Things take so much longer to write when you’re ill. But anyway, this idea just came to me one day and I had a burning desire to write it so here it is! I hope you like it! (I’m such a sucker for mermaids and cliches. Oh and Noctis of course).
WC: 3515 SFW Noctis x Fem!Reader
Part One
Rock crunched beneath the sole of his boot with every step. Rocks and uneven flooring were things this cave had an abundance of, that was for certain. Noctis ran a hand through his raven hair, pushing the strands out of his eyes as he looked down, doing his best not to trip up.
“Whose idea was this?” Prompto grumbled from somewhere behind the prince, also trying not to trip up on the uneven floor. Ignis sighed and answered his question with the same answer he gave every time.
“I believe it was Noctis’.”
“Tch, you guys are acting like this is worse than climbing the Rock of Ravatogh.” The accused answered, rather sullenly. He was also starting to regret suggesting that they check out this cave. So far there hadn’t been anything in it, treasure or daemons, and he was feeling rather grumpy about it.
“I don’t understand what’s up with you all.” Gladio called cheerily from the front, sounding like he was having a whale of a time. Which the big guy was. Navigating over rough terrain was like a simple work out for him, and in comparison, was finding it a breeze. Looking back, he was met with three withering glances, causing him to chuckle deeply at his friends.
“There’s nothing here big guy.” Prompto protested what they were all thinking, and even Gladio had to nod in agreement with that.
“It is true, and there is a rather alarming lack of daemons. We have encountered none as of yet, which is unthinkable in such a secluded place.”
Noctis found himself nodding along with the strategist. However, although this cave was secluded, it wasn’t dark like the daemons needed. The rocky walls, ceiling and even floor around them seemed to emit a soft, gentle blue shimmer. It was like the rock itself was glowing.
Not what the daemons are comfortable with.
“Eh, problem guys.” Gladio’s gruff voice pulled the prince out of his speculation, and he looked up to see the problem his friend had mentioned. And he almost groaned.
“A dead end?” Once again, Prompto voiced the shared thought.
“Ah… it seems there truly was nothing here.”
“Hmm, but I could’ve sworn…” Noctis mumbled, feeling slightly confused and disappointed. When he had stumbled upon this cave, he’d had a gut feeling that there was something here worth their while. That feeling had been why he was so eager for them to explore it in the first place, but the shimmery blue, rock wall they were now facing left him hollow.
I was so certain…
“I guess we turn back.” Gladio stated, his tone not questioning, only accepting the obvious.
“Hey, wait!” Prompto’s voice sounded like an echo as he crouched down to examine the rock wall and floor closer. “There’s a thing here! Looks like some kinda manhole cover… I’m just gonna lift it up!”
Grunts and heaves of effort which involuntarily escaped his lips echoed as loud as before, as the blonde struggled to lift the cover. It was the same shimmery blue as the rest of the cave, but clearly didn’t seem to be made of rock. Noctis was impressed he had spotted it, it blended in so well with its surroundings.
“Now, why would there be a manhole cover here…?” Ignis mumbled thoughtfully, so quiet that if the prince hadn’t been stood so close by, he’d have missed it. Though truth be told, Noctis had wondered the same thing. Was it to stop people coming in? Or maybe to prevent something getting out…?
Even with these thoughts however, it was too late to stop Prompto; Gladio had taken pity on him and helped him lift the cover to the side. With the obstruction gone, it revealed a darkened hole in the cave floor. It was still made out of that same rock, however, this tunnel seemed to be very smooth. Almost like…
“People can go down here?”
“It would seem so.” Gladio answered Noctis’ question, inspecting the revealed tunnel closer. Instead of plummeting straight down, the tunnel seemed to curve slightly, making the drop not too steep. “Seems like it’s made for people to walk down.”
At once, three pairs of eyes turned to face Noctis. He looked at each of them, and they all recognised the determined, curious look reflected in the ice blue pools. Prompto groaned unenthusiastically.
“Scrabbling around underground… again. Fantastic.”
But Noctis just smiled, knowing the blonde would come along regardless of his moaning. Returning his eyes down to the tunnel, his curiosity burned. The odd feeling in his gut was back, telling him there had to be something down there. Slowly he walked to the edge, kneeling down and swinging his legs over the entrance to the tunnel.
“After you your highness.” Gladio chuckled, and Noctis slid off the edge of the tunnel. There was a short drop, then his feet came into contact with the jarringly smooth floor as he landed with a quiet thud.
“Everything okay?” Prompto asked as Gladio was the next to settle over the entrance. But just as Noctis opened his mouth to reply, his feet slipped out from under him, unable to stand properly on the smooth surface. Instead his yelped, butt coming into contact with the floor and suddenly he was sliding down the smooth tunnel.
Wait, we were wrong. It isn’t a tunnel at all, it’s made to be like a slide!
Noctis picked up speed, the dip of the slide progressively getting steeper. He could hear the shouts of the other three over the wind.
They’ve come after me.
But as Noctis continued his descent, he quickly approached three tunnels. Unable to change his route, Noctis ended up sliding through the far-right tunnel. He couldn’t slow himself; his hands unable to grip onto the smooth surface, his boots not providing any friction. Before he could start to panic, he was suddenly thrown roughly from the smooth tube like slide, rolling out onto the familiar rocky flooring. Finally he came to a stop, edges of the rocks digging into his arms. Coughing, Noctis pushed himself up off of the floor, standing up right to look at the ‘tunnel’ he’d just slid down.
I suppose that was the express way down.
He was filthy, covered in dust from his impromptu landing. He was also, Noctis realised, on his own. Had the other three followed him, they would have joined him by now, mere seconds behind him. But no one else turned up.
They must’ve been sent through one of the other tubes…
“Ah great.” Noctis groaned, kicking a rock half-heartedly with his foot.
Well, might as well try and see if I can figure out where I am.
The prince turned, resolving to try and meet up with the others. But as he turned, that thought was put out of his head for the moment.
“Wow…” He breathed, stunned. Noctis had found himself in a large dome shaped pocket of the cave. About a third of this was the same rocky floor as the cave had been above, and the other two thirds… pure water. A huge, calm lake spread out in front of him, the water casting reflections onto the blue shimmery rocks, giving the rocky dome an almost ethereal glow. It was much lighter here.
Enraptured, Noctis stepped forward slowly, making his way over to the lake in sheer disbelief. It was a beautiful sight to behold, prettier than any lake found out in the real world.
Huh, real world. It’s just that this seems so… unbelievable.
The prince mocked himself as he finally came to a stop at the lake’s edge. The water was a beautiful blue, all calm- Noctis’ eyes suddenly caught a movement from his peripheral vision. Like lighting his ice blue eyes locked onto an area of water, slightly in the distance…
There it was again! A gentle ripple in the otherwise calm waters. At once, Noctis could feel his palms tingle in excitement.
Just imagine what kind of rare fish are in here, in this secluded lake.
His eyes lit up at the prospect, and he summoned his rod at once. Just like a kid in a candy store…
Waiting, Noctis watched the waters again. He was cool, calm, focused. In his element.
There!
Noctis cast his rod near the faint ripple of water, eager to entice whatever lay below its depths. All thoughts of escape or rendezvousing with his team mates were gone as he concentrated, focusing only on the catch…
The rod tweaked.
Already? I wasn’t expecting this to be a quick deal!
The rod moved again, this time with more force, nearly pulling the prince into the waters. Noctis gasped, digging his feet into the rocky flooring, tightening his grip on his rod.
Whatever it is… it’s big. He’d never felt a force like it in all his time fishing. A jolt of excitement ran through his body, he had to get his hands on this!
I knew there was something here!
Eagerly Noctis reeled in the line, careful not to let the fine line snap. Whatever it was wasn’t thrashing about as much as the prince expected, and soon something came to the surface before he’d even finished fully drawing in the line. Just breeching the surface, there was a little patch of… hair? It looked like wet hair to Noctis, and he couldn’t help but flinch a little.
Just what the hell have I caught…?
He continued to reel it in, the patch of colour coming ever closer.
It is hair!
But he was too invested to stop. He reeled until it was closer, and more hair broke the surface of water… lots of it. He could see, buried somewhere in the twists of the never-ending hair, his lure was well and truly tangled.
It… it wasn’t a fish who bit on the lure…
Noctis gulped. With slight uneasiness, he reeled until the mass of hair was just beneath him. There was so much of it, the locks drifting in the water, that whatever it belonged to was obscured from his vision by the sheer amount of it.
“Well, I need my lure at the very least.” He spoke out loud, trying to convince himself to put his hand on this mass of hair. There was a dread building up inside him, but he was really trying to ignore that part. Surely there was no way it could be a… a body.
Suddenly, at the sound of his voice the mass of hair jumped and recoiled, attempting to retreat to the further away area of water. Noctis could feel his rod slipping from his grip, his attention having been diverted for a second. In shock, he grabbed hold of it, pulling to stop whatever it was floating away.
“Hey!”
Noctis watched, as the mass of hair started to rise out of the water… His mouth dropped open, and he nearly let go of his rod in surprise. Out from the water… came a human torso. Followed by two human arms, struggling at the hair still covering the face.
H…human? Noctis’ brain faltered at the sight, watching the human with an impossible amount of hair struggle to free itself. A lock of hair was pushed out of the way by a searching hand, revealing the face… her face.
“A girl…?” Noctis stuttered, bewildered. Again, the girl reacted to the sound of his voice; freezing up and lifting her [e/c] eyes to stare at him wearily. At once Noctis registered the sheer panic in her eyes, and instantly felt terrible.
“Hey…hey it’s okay. I’m sorry, I thought you were… never mind. Here, let me help you.” His voice softened at once, and he gestured to the girl. She still regarded him suspiciously, and so Noctis did something he thought he’d never do. Slowly, so as not to frighten her even more, he laid his rod on the rocky floor beside him.
[e/c] eyes watched his movements closely, as if waiting for a trick. However, we her eyes returned to his… the gentle kindness reflected in them quelled her fears. Almost shyly, the girl swam back over to the edge of the lake and towards Noctis, using her arms to pull her closer.
Noctis gulped, sliding to his knees carefully as she came closer. Hesitantly, she offered her main of hair to him, and blocking out any thoughts of worry, he gently grasped the lure in his fingers. He sucked in a gasp, not wanting to alarm the girl but… her hair was so soft. Slowly he unwrapped the tresses from the lure.
“Wow, it’s really stuck in there, huh?” He breathed, afraid of raising his voice. She seemed easily startled, and the last thing he wanted was to be pulled into the depths with her if she pulled away. There was no response, so he continued with his bizarre task until finally…
“There we go.” Noctis sat back, opening his closed fist to show the girl the lure was now out of her hair. She gazed up at him, a curiosity that resonated with his own reflected in her eyes. Gently, she lifted a hand toward the lure, and with her fingertips brushed along its surface. It was like… she’d never seen a lure before.
Noctis simply watched her, holding his breath, enraptured by this strange girl of the lake. As she played with the lure in his palm, her eyes wide with fascination, Noctis took this time to actually look at this girl. Her skin was beautiful, unblemished and invitingly soft looking, an almost translucent [s/c]. The ever-lasting mane of hair fell down her back and her chest, as if enveloping her. Which was luckily, Noctis thought, as he realised she was bare from the neck down.
Pink tinged his cheeks, and he was suddenly glad she was so interested in what lay in his palm.
Okay, so why is there a beautiful, naked girl in a strange lake hidden deep in a secluded cave?
Before he could voice his question however, a movement once again caught his eye, not too far away from the girl… a ripple in the water… a fish tail…?
And then it suddenly clicked in his head.
“Woah!” He gasped at the realisation, the shock sending him backwards so he once again fell on his ass. At the sudden outburst, the girl – mermaid – withdrew her hand and recoiled back. Within seconds she was under the water, the only evidence of her ever being there at all, the breaks in the water she left in her wake.
Noctis was scrambling to his feet again in a hurry.
“Wait! Wait I’m sorry I didn’t mean that!” He called, but there was no answer. His eyes skimmed the lake, but he couldn’t see her at all. Like she was a figment of his imagination.
“Please come back I… I was just startled, that’s all.” He pleaded awkwardly, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. However, still no reply.
Noctis sighed heavily.
“Please? You were scared of me at first too… I honestly didn’t mean to startle you.” After another pause, Noctis hung his head. Scared away probably the only mermaid he’d ever see.
Typical. Real smooth there Noctis. He admonished himself. Ugh, what do I even do-
A slight sound interrupted his thoughts and he looked up. In the middle of the water, just peering out above the surface, there was those [e/c] eyes watching him curiously. He couldn’t stop the surprised smile that lifted the corners of his lips.
“You’re curious too huh?” Once again he lowered himself to the floor, this time sitting cross legged at the edge of the lake. Slowly the mermaid swam up to him, and finally lifted her head out of the water until her chin was free. Her little fingers reached out of the water, and tentatively curled over the rocky edge by Noctis’ feet.
He gulped. He could barely believe this was happening. A mermaid, here?
“Sorry that I scared you. It’s just, I’ve never seen a mermaid before.” He uttered. Although she didn’t speak, her eyes seemed to say she accepted his apology. A small smile graced her lips, causing Noctis’ heart to race in his chest.
I think that means… she accepts me?
For some reason, Noctis found that he felt it was important that she knew he meant her no harm.
“So… uh, h-have you been here long?” He almost cringed at the sound of his voice; awkward.
How do you even start a conversation with a mermaid?
Fortunately, she seemed oblivious to his awkwardness, and nodded her head. Noctis sucked in another gasp. She’d answered him, clearly understood him.
This is… surreal.
“Ah… I-I see. Uh, nice place you have.”
Excellent. He almost groaned aloud. This conversation is crashing and burning.
The mermaid watched him, tilting her head inquisitively. More accurately, she was watching as a pink hue blossomed over his cheeks. Lifting one hand, she put her palm to her cheek and frowned. And then, without warning, she lifted that palm and gently pressed it against Noctis’ cheek, lifting herself further out of the water.
Noctis froze as her hand came into contact with the warming skin of his cheek. He could barely register what was happening, unable to do anything about it. Her palm was surprisingly soft, cupping his cheek with such tenderness he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. His breathing stopped, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the strange creature before him. Beautiful, innocent, inquisitive. His heart raced once more, pounding oddly against his rib cage. Her touch wasn’t cool like he expected, but warm. Really warm.
Maybe that’s my face. His brain so helpfully reminded him of the blush deepening on his face. She was close, so ridiculously close. Seemingly unaware, she’d pulled herself out of the water so far that he could see where her stomach connected to her tail, her skin ever as translucent, contrasting against the brilliant colour of her tail. Her features were soft, kind, inviting. Her eyes impossibly big, lips looking incredibly soft…
Gulping hard, Noctis gently pulled his face from her touch, only a fraction. With the loss of her touch his head cleared slightly, but he couldn’t fully shake the enthralled feeling that has overcome him. She tilted her head again, asking him a wordless question as she once more pointed to her own cheeks.
She wants to know why my skin went red… oh boy.
“Uh, it’s called a blush… it happens sometimes…” Shaking his head, he moved swiftly on. “Anyway, I know that you can understand me, but… well, can you talk? Or are you just shy?”
Sinking back into the comfort of the water again until it rested just above her chin, she shook her head.
No. She can’t. I wonder why…?
Before he could voice the question however, a familiar voice called, not too far away.
“Nooooctiiis! Are you here?”
Prompto.
His eyes flickered to hers hurriedly to see the familiar panic within them.
“They’re just my-”
“Hey Noct, c’mon.” Gladio’s rough voice was next, their footsteps coming ever closer.
With one last shake of her head, the mermaid ducked under the water and disappeared, swimming away under the depths of the lake. Noctis didn’t have any time to say anything, or move to stop her. One minute she was there, the next she was gone.
Just as the prince stood up, the familiar faces of his friends walked into view.
“Noctis, there you are. You have had us on a very merry chase.” Ignis shook his head, but was pleased to see the prince well and safe.
“Noct! Where have you been man? We looked-” Prompto stopped short as he saw the rod next to Noctis. His blue eyes flashed back up to the prince’s face, then he rolled them in exasperation.
“Really? Here?”
“Dedication.” Gladio muttered approvingly, also spotting the fishing rod.
“Didya catch anything good? I’m starving.”
Noctis’ eyes flickered swiftly from the lake, back to the faces of his friends. He wasn’t quite sure what compelled him to give the answer he did, but he was certain it was the right answer for now.
“Nah. There’s nothing in there.”
“Not surprising. There’s nothing in here anywhere.” Prompto moaned. Ignis adjusted his glasses, his eyes lingering on the prince a moment too long.
“While we were searching, Gladio managed to find a rope to climb out of these caves on. Seems like others have been here before us. Shall we depart, since there is nothing here?”
Noctis couldn’t swear by it, but he thought he heard an odd strain on the last part of his sentence. Almost like he was trying to say something.
Am I being paranoid?
“Sure, lead the way.” He nodded, as casually as he could manage.
As his friends filed out of the dome shaped pocket, Noctis turned to have one last glance at the lake. He was surprised to find he felt disappointed as the still waters looked back at him.
#I apologise now for the many grammar mistakes that are probably still in there#I just really really wanted to write something since this illness has really been getting me down lately#and then this idea hit me#I hope you like it!#I'm bullet pointing part two atm#Noctis Lucis Caelum#Prince Noctis#noctis x reader#noctis lucis caelum x reader#ffxv#final fantasy xv#final fantasy 15#final fantasy fanfic#final fantasy scenarios
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Broken promises
A/N: so... this is my first story I'm posting, so please don't be so hard on me hahaha... Constructive criticism is of course welcome! I'm working on a masterlist and other stories, so stay tuned if you'd like. I'm sorry if there are some logic and/or grammar mistakes - as I said, this is my first story. I hope you like it, have fun reading! See you soon :)
Pairing:young!Sirius Black x Reader
Genre:a lot of angst, a bit of fluff
Warnings:angst, family problems, relationship problems, jealousy.
Y/N felt bad. Not the kind of bad that makes you want to throw up, more like your stomach was knotting up and that queasy, uncomfortable feeling was getting bigger.
The common room had long been pitch black and only the fire, which was slowly dying away, gave off a small pleasant glow, but it barely reached the sofa where she was curled up.
He had promised. He had promised to be there and yet she had not seen him since lunch in the Great Hall.
Anger and disappointment kept bubbling up inside her, but she tried to ignore those feelings as worry about him grew and slowly took over.
What if something really happened to him?
Before she could think any more about it, she heard a creak and pulled up. The portrait door swung open and the fat lady could be heard cursing behind Sirius, who came stumbling into the common room, but stopped abruptly when he saw his steady girlfriend on the sofa.
"Y/N?" he asked, startled, looking at her with his eyebrows drawn together.
"Damn it, Sirius, where have you been?" she started, realising that the worry was just giving way to the anger that was rising at the sight of him.
"I was at the lake...well...it was someone's birthday from Hufflepuff and I thought...I could go...what did I do wrong, Love?" he told her hesitantly.
"What did you do wrong, Mister? I don't know, everything I think!" Y/N scolded back, theatrically throwing her hands in the air to express her frustration more.
"You said you were coming, Sirius! Hell, YOU even suggested we meet and still said, you’d had a ,,plan’’…I don't know if that was part of your plan, but if it was, I'm sorry, it's a shitty plan! I thought you would have hurt yourself or made it back to Filch's office."
"Y/N, I'm sorry, okay? I forgot, yeah? What do you want me to do? Invent a time reverser just so our ONE date can still happen?!" sneered Sirius, raising his own voice
"The ONE time?! Sirius I don't know if you've been counting, but this is the fourth time in a row you've forgotten or missed it!" now Y/N shouted too, at which Sirius took a step towards her, but she dodged him right back.
,,I know I'm probably overreacting, but I feel like I'm fighting for our relationship all by myself, Sirius. I'm tired of waiting for you all the time, even though I know you won't come and you probably don't even care. It just hurts, okay?" She had started crying completely now and pulled her jumper closer to her.
"Maybe it has something to do with your family problems," he interrupted angrily and raised his hand, which Y/N only looked at defiantly.
"I am who I am and that is how you should accept me, Y/N! I have apologised, what more can I do?!"
Silence.
Grey, angry eyes met e/c, staring at him with anger and disappointment.
,, "Maybe you should change your priorities if some Hufflepuff chick's party is more important than your own girlfriend, Sirius!"
,, "And maybe you should lower your expectations. You're not the most important person to me damn it!"
Ouch. It felt like Sirius had stuck a knife in your back and was very, very slowly turning it around.
"I didn't mean it, Y/N," Sirius said with a roll of his eyes, avoiding Y/N's hurt gaze and focusing more on her shoes.
,, "Yes you did and you know it very well!"
Sirius groaned and you could literally feel the anger bubbling up inside him again and he had to pull himself together very hard not to yell at her again. In the end, however, his temper won out: "You know what? I'm leaving! I'm tired of this kindergarten and this... this kind of you, Y/N."
"Fine!"
"Great!"
,,Fantastic!" sobbed Y/N, but Sirius barely heard it as he stomped up the stairs to his dorm.
Y/N sat back on the couch, exactly in the place where she had been sitting twenty minutes ago and everything was still "fine".
Had he broken up with her?
She didn't know, but she knew it hurt..., it hurt like hell. There was a hole in her heart and it felt like she was losing her boyfriend, who was moving further and further away from her into the mist, so that all she could see was his outline, not even looking back at her. She wanted to reach out to him, to run after him, but something that must have been her own pride pulled her back and tried to convince her that it wasn't her fault.
But she didn't trust that voice. If only she had stayed calmer... Maybe she could have talked to Sirius calmly about her feelings and thoughts....
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"Y/N, wake up!" a voice called at her ear and Y/N slowly opened her eyes. Lily.
,, Lily, please! Let me sleep..." she muttered and turned around to avoid the red-haired witch.
"Forget it! It's Saturday...Hogsmead day," Lily purred excitedly.
"No!"
„Oh come on, Y/NN. We're going to Honeyduks and stock up on chocolate! James, Sirius, Remus and Peter are coming too, it'll be fun!", Lily tried to convince her, but Y/N just shook her head.
"I don't want to see him." "Who?" "Sirius." Lily furrowed her eyebrows questioningly, but quickly understood, "Did you two have a fight?" Y/N merely nodded her head and buried her face in her pillow.
"What was it about?" asked Lily, stroking soothing circles on Y/N's back to get the young witch to speak.
"He missed another date and was at some Hufflepuff party. I was so mad at him...I said things I didn't mean and so did he...His temper won of course...I don't know, it all just escalated. I don't think he wants to see me either." Y/N reported as she sat up and Lily nodded understandingly.
"That's bullshit. He knows he messed up, Y/N. Sirius isn't that stupid... and of course he wants to see you! Besides, it's Saturday, so if you two don't get along, you'll need some frustration food, Y/NN... chocolate! It'll be alright." Lily tried to persuade Y/N and she had to grin.
"Maybe you're right..." said Y/N hesitantly, "Of course I am!" laughed Lily and started to push Y/N into the bathroom.
,"I'm sure he'll be pleased." Repeated Lily, giving her friend a cheery smile.
Once in the Great Hall, the two girls headed for the Gryffendor table where all the Marauders were already seated. Lily gave Y/N's hand an encouraging squeeze before greeting the boys: "Hey!" she called and sat down next to James, who greeted her with a kiss. Y/N stood next to them a little indecisively before squeezing in between Peter and Remus, who greeted her with a quiet,, Hi."
She could literally feel the looks of the others lingering between her and Sirius and lowered her gaze to her plate to avoid the looks from the others and especially Sirius... unsuccessfully. She couldn't help but squint over at the black-haired boy. He had bags under his eyes and was also keeping his eyes on his plate, which was full.
Instead of chatting to the others, she followed James and Lily's relationship banter, which made her wrinkle her nose more than once... Cheesy as hell!
Fortunately, breakfast was over quickly and the group set off for Hogsmead. Sirius and Y/N were mostly quiet and only said something when asked. They all went to Honeyduks together first, where Y/N stocked up on lots of chocolate, at which Sirius just raised his eyebrows, but she avoided his questioning gaze and slipped unobtrusively over to Lily, who was sneaking a caramel into her mouth.
Are you okay?" she asked with her mouth full, eyeing her friend who was standing in front of her a little indecisively.
"He's not even looking at me, Lils... What if he broke up with me yesterday and I haven't even noticed?" whispered Y/N in panic and Lily quickly shook her head.
"He didn't break up with you... Sirius, even though this sounds weird, loves you... Even Peter can see that! Just go up to him and talk to him. But stop blaming yourself: HE messed up and stood you up, not you." She said urgently, piercing Y/N with her green eyes.
„It's okay, Lily," Y/N said, and moved away from her friend, again walking to the biscuit shelf, which was very close to her boyfriend. She looked over at him cautiously and noticed that he was peering over at her too, whereupon she quickly averted her gaze from Sirius again and pretended to analyse the biscuits on the shelf with interest.
After the group had paid for their things, they went into the Three Broomsticks. By the time they entered the pub, it was busy and noisy, making it difficult to find a table to seat them all. After a few minutes, Sirius waved the friends over, who had apparently found room at a table where two Hufflepuff girls were still sitting, giggling as Sirius sat down next to them as he grinned charmingly at them.
A wave of jealousy and frustration erupted in Y/N and she had to pull herself together not to flee the pub immediately. Instead, she bit the inside of her cheek and sat down next to Remus and James, opposite Sirius and Hannah, who probably considered Sirius's forearm her own. She batted her eyelashes and obviously(!) flirted with Sirius, who happily joined in her game.
Y/N quickly looked away, unable to afford to put up with this fuss any longer. Remus unobtrusively squeezed her hand under the table and, Y/N smiled at him gratefully.
Y/N sat awkwardly at the table, not knowing what to do or say next at the sight of her steady boyfriend apparently having already found a new one. Sighing, Y/N stood up and muttered: "I'm going to get us butterbeers, okay?"
Without waiting for the others to reply, she hurried away from the table. She noticed tears forming in her eyes but immediately wiped them away and made her way to the bar where many teenagers were gathered. Desperately, she tried to make her way through the crowd and eventually managed to do so.
She didn't notice someone squeezing up behind her and pushing in next to her until that person snapped at her.
„Y/N?"
Startled, she pulled up to look into the friendly face of Amos Digorry, who was looking down at her.
Oh! Hey, Amos," she greeted her seatmate in Divination and smiled at him.
"Is everything okay with you?" he asked with his eyebrows drawn together and Y/N nodded quickly as she wiped a few remaining tears from her cheeks.
‚,Everything is great, yes," she replied and was glad when Rosmerta put the buttebeer on the counter. Y/N smiled at her in thanks before turning to Amos, "See you around, Amos." She said goodbye and hurried away.
Arriving back at the table, her eyes immediately fell on Sirius and Hannah, who were still talking to each other. Hannah giggled and Sirius seemed to be perfectly comfortable in the company of the beautiful brunette too.
Y/N knew her, she was her seatmate in Potions. As she took a closer look at her, a wave of insecurity gripped her. She had everything one imagines as 'perfect'. She was tall and thin, with a small waist and an elegant posture. She just fitted into the toxic beauty ideals that existed and Y/N hated so much. And the worst part was that there was actually nothing to not like about her. She was sweet and helpful and super nice.
Even though Y/N knew that your weight, your smile, your general appearance, how many friends you have and whether you get good grades doesn't change your worth as a person, she suddenly felt so small and superfluous that she couldn't take it anymore.
She noticed tears welling up in her eyes and stood up abruptly, causing her to bang her knee against the table.
Pained, she screwed up her face and looked at the questioning faces sitting at the table, staring at her. Great... Embarrassed, she brushed a strand of hair that had fallen into her face behind her ear and smiled consumingly, but it looked more like a 'I'm going to cry' smile.
"I- I think I forgot my... uh my- something in Honeyduks, I think... I have- so yeah... I'll go..." she stuttered awkwardly, though she realised all her friends knew she was lying.
She quickly hurried away from the table and Sirius, unable to suppress the tears in her eyes. Hastily she wiped them away, but more kept coming. She didn't notice how Lily called after her in vain and Remus got up from his seat and tried to run after her, but James pushed him back into the chair, looking hauntingly at Sirius who sat frozen. When she got to the crowded alleyway, Y/N just stumbled through the crowd and was glad when she got behind Honeydukes, where there was a path that led to the howling hut. The path was snowed in and would have been beautiful if Y/N had paid more attention. She trudged along the path until she finally arrived at the howling hut. She just stared at it and stopped in front of it. She focused on the small cracks in the wall that looked like small branches of trees moving in the wind.
She heard footsteps coming closer and closer and turned around. Sirius. His black hair was a mess and he hadn't even zipped up his jacket. He was panting and apparently out of breath when he started to speak: "I'm sorry. I'm so incredibly sorry, yeah? You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry... Please Y/N, you have to believe me."
She said nothing and just looked at him urgently until he began to speak again: "Please say something. You can yell at me too, you can yell at me all year and the years after, but please say something." He pleaded, looking at her pleadingly as he wiped his face.
"You don't know anything, Sirius." , she started and he nodded to get her to talk further.
"You don't know how much it hurts to wait for a person that you- that you seem to love. You do know what it's like to not feel loved and- and to feel insecure... you know exactly what that feels like. And I always get so mad at the person who makes you feel that way because they hurt you! And I think I can say that I'm there for you then!" she gulped and Sirius nodded to agree with her, "But you're never there..." she sobbed, letting her tears fall again.
"I know you love me and I can't compare your family to our relationship. I feel good in your presence and- and that's how it should be... - that's how it should be! But- but it always hurts so much when you stand me up or ignore me and I don't even know what I- what I did wrong...I wasn't the one who stood you up, Sirius. It was you...and so many times!" she continued in exasperation and Sirius wasn't sure whether to let her finish or give her a hug. But before he could make a decision for himself, Y/N continued: "And today was even worse! Lily told me all the time that it wasn't my fault and now I know that it wasn't or isn't mine either. But then when you were flirting with Hannah and you-you were having such a good time, I was so sad! Why can you talk to her and have fun but not with me?! Why are you happy to see her but not me?!" asked Y/N desperately and Sirius opened his mouth to stop her from having those thoughts but she continued with a sad look: "You once promised me you would never make me feel small or insecure. You once promised to always be there for me. You once promised me that I was the "only one" and that you loved me. You promised to be there for me so many times, Sirius. But somehow you broke them all and I don't know what to do with these broken promises. I love you and that's not going to change, but I- I just don't know what to do with it when you- you hurt me so much and make me feel so insecure... So actually, you do know what that feels like...just differently." She confessed to him and completely burst into tears.
Sirius, who had tears in his own eyes, looked at her with a pained smile, which made her cry even more. He broke the distance between them and took her in his arms. He pressed her tightly against him and had to bend down to put his face in the crook of her neck. She clung to his shoulders and pressed her face into his chest to breathe in his familiar scent.
They stood like that for a while. Both crying, holding each other as close as possible. After a few minutes, Sirius slowly detached himself so he could look into her eyes.
"You don't know how sorry I am, Y/N. I don't want to hurt you! Merlin, when I think about the fact that I did it, I want to hurt myself. You're- you're- Damn, I'm not good with words!" he laughed and even Y/N had to smile a little.
,,I love you. For everything you do and for everything you say. I love you for who you are and for those little things you do for others. And I will- will never stand you up or break the promises I made to you ever again. I swear I will do my best, Y/N....and I am so grateful that you love me because I never wanted anything else in my life! You don't have to forgive me now...I understand if you don't, honestly." He said softly so she could just hear.
She smiled slightly at him and said laughing: "So if you kiss me now, it'll make things a bit better."
Sirius grinned and closed the distance between them, placing his warm lips on hers. He kissed her softly and lovingly, as if afraid to scare her away, but she didn't go. She deepened their kiss a little and sighed into his mouth.
As they kissed there like that, in front of the howling hut with dried tears on their cheeks, Y/N knew that everything would be allright again....
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Just keep breathing chapter 1
“YOU WORK IN PEADS!”
Ot8 Doctor skz x Reader
MASTERLIST | Meet the fellows | Next
I AM NOT A DOCTOR NOR A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL
I apologise it’s long and there could be some grammar mistakes.
Trigger warnings include: AFAB Reader, Fem Reader ,Blood, surgery , trauma, hospitals, children in hospital, maybe a little spicy in some chapters . I’ve probably missed some but please educate me if I have.
“If I see another kid who’s shoved Lego up their nose today I might scream” I say not really talking to anyone in particular as I run my hands through my hair attempting to tie my hair into a ponytail once again as I lean against the nurses station.A nurse next to me giggles as she walks off into a patients room.
“You work in peads what did you expect?”Right on que Minho strides over and stands next to me, I don’t even need to look at his smug face to know he’s rolling his eyes at me.I just stand up a little straighter and put my hand under the sanitiser dispenser, rubbing the liquid into my hands.
“I know that but Yejun was the fifth kid I’ve treated today that thought trying to shove numerous …NUMEROUS!! Lego’s up their nose was a good idea “ I say as I look up towards the fellow doctor next to me who is smiling at the tablet he’s holding in his hands scrolling through some test results by the looks of it, I can’t tell if the smile is at my pain or good test results though.
“ You do know you could ask the residents to do it right, you are an attending now?” He says shaking his head whilst placing the tablet back into the charging port and turning his body to face mine, looking down at me smirking.
“I know but…mr face of the hospital has half of them on his mystery tumour isn’t he meant to be like some neuro god or something?! Why does he need so many residents!! and the other half are with…” My rant was cut short by a loud alarm ringing throughout the peads floor.
“CODE BLUE ROOM 104, CODE BLUE ROOM 104”
Both mine and Minho’s eyes blow wide as we break into a run towards room 104, There is an evident look of worry on Minho’s face as we reach the doorway however that look changes completely as we see a mother standing next to the code button and her child a young boy about 13 sitting up in bed looking worriedly at his mother .
“What the hell?!” I mutter slightly out of breath from the sprint from the nurses station to the room. I see anger flash through Minho’s eyes but just as he was about to speak the mother cut him off.
“ Ahhh there’s the Doctor finally! See honey bun I told you you they’d come running” I move past the mother who is smiling at the child before turning off the alarm screaming above them.If looks could kill this lady would be 6 feet under by now.
“I’m sorry I told her not to push that button! Doctor Lee I told her!” The young boy in the bed shouts breaking eye contact with his mother and looking at Minho with a mortified expression .
“It’s okay Riley…you don’t need to apologise bud at all” Minho who looks now remarkable calm makes his way over to the boy who I now know to Riley and ruffles his hair before he checks Riley’s monitors.
“Mrs Stuart may I speak to you outside?”
Minho says looking at the mother with an icy glare, the mother just nods with a huff.
“I’ll be right back sweetie don’t worry “ she says to the child as she steps out the door into the hallway.
“Doctor L/N could you stay with Riley for a minute this won’t take long” I simply nod and smile at Riley who is looking back at me with a small nervous smile.
“Hi I’m Doctor L/N “
“Hi I’m Riley”
“Mind if I sit?” I point to the edge of the bed with my hand and look at Riley for a response, with a quick look outside I see Riley nod.
I place myself carefully on the edge of the bed facing Riley and trying to block his view of outside in the hallway the best I can . The look of worry still evident on his face and as his mother and Minho argue outside. Minho’s going to get it from Hoshi (Chief of peads) . I sigh as I place my hand on Rileys smaller one lightly and smile.
“So how did you end up in here? Please tell me you didn’t stuff Lego up your nose?”
A confused giggle left Riley’s throat as he quickly shook his head softly, his shoulders shaking from laughing.
“No! I mean no just no , I’m waiting for Doctor Lee to discharge me…I got my appendix out see! ” Riley says whilst laughing and lifting up his gown to show me the healing wound.
I inspect it quickly before putting the gown…there’s a little bit of immflamuation and redness so Minho is probably keeping him overnight just to make sure there’s no infection but otherwise it’s looking good.
“It’s looking good kiddo, I think you might be having a sleepover here tonight though…we just need to make sure that redness goes away before we send you home. You don’t want to end up back here. I’ll make sure to come say bye before I leave tonight I might even be able to grab a jelly from the cafe , how does that sound?”
I laugh softly and ruffle his hair , as I do this mrs Stuart struts back into the room with a loud huff and throws herself onto the chair in corner on the room.
Who’s the child here again, I swear sometimes the parents are worse than toddlers.
“Doctor L/N you can go now” Minho’s looking at me with a smile smile but the tone in his voice is anything but joyful. I just nod saying a quick goodbye to Riley before leaving the room shutting the door behind me and walking back to the nurses station.
“So why was minho shouting at that lady?”A voice comes from behind me.
“OH MY GOD JEONGIN DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT! Where did you even come from aren’t you mean to be with Chan?!?!” I scream holding my chest looking at jeongin who appeared out of nowhere, apple in hand as he takes a bite.
“You didn’t answer my question…and we are taking a break” jeongin answers looking at me dead in the eye as he takes another bite of his apple .
“Watch it I’m an attending now you little shit” I say as I stand on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair and laugh as he groans and shakes his head swatting my hand away.
“For an attending you sure are short! And back to why Minho was pissy” I glare at his statement and roll my eyes at the resident next to me and grab a tablet from behind him looking to see if one of my patients scans were up yet.
“She pressed the code button to get us to check on her son, it’s apparently not the first time. I would be pissed too…” I say looking at these scans a frown appearing on my face.
“great now I need to page ortho and get someone to look at these scans”
“By someone you mean your favourite person in the world Changbin”
“Jeongin I swear to god I will make you do scut all day the next time you are peads if you carry on” I swat him in the arm nearly knocking his apple out of his hand. He lifts his arm to retaliate but as he does his phone pings and he quickly pulls it out of his pocket. A frustrated groan leaves his mouth as he rolls his eyes reading the page/text.
“Looks like my breaks over already , Chan thinks he’s got a breakthrough “ jeongin says with a sigh throwing his apple core in the bin and cracking his neck from side to side and then his knuckles.
Jeongin quickly fixes his hair in the front camera of his phone before ruffling mine and turning on his heel and speeding towards the elevator nearly crashing into a new nurses on the way.I giggle leaves my lips as I watch the young doctor apologise to Dokyeom (DK one of our best nurses patients love it when they sing to him, it helps he’s pretty too) profusely for nearly knock bloods out of his hands in his rush to the elevator.
Minho’s POV
Back in the hallway
I smile quickly looking at Y/N and Riley before I leave the room trying my best not to slam the door in my anger.
“Mrs Stuart we’ve talked about this, if you feel Riley needs anything please PLEASE press the nurses call button and they will call for myself or another doctor if they feel the need is there…Riley is fine. Like I told you this morning I just need to monitor the redness and swelling to make sure there is no sign of post op infection” I say as calmly as I can manage this is the third time today this lady as pulled the code button and she’s starting to where away what little patience I have left.
“ well pressing that button seems to be the only way to get anyones attention is this place! I pressed the call button and nurse that came in did nothing! I don’t want a nurse I want a doctor! They don’t know what they’re doing and neither do you by the looks of it!! Just let us go home! He’s fine he’s talking and moving around just fine! I can’t afford to be here any longer I do have a job you know!”
Mrs Stuart’s face starts turning a shade of pink and I think so does mine…
“ the button you pressed is the button we press when a child is dying…DYING! Do you not understand the panic you cause by pressing that button! All the staff you take away from other children on this floor because they run to check your child isn’t dying!! Take doctor L/n in there! She’s not Riley’s doctor but as soon as she heard the code she ran to help perhaps taking her away from a child who really needed her!! YOU SELFISH WOMAN! if I discharged your son now you run the risk of him get a post operative infection which land him back in the hospital in more serious condition than he is now!” I can feel my face turn redder and redder by the second and I know I should stop talking and arguing by the word vomit just keeps coming.
As I walk in I heart Y/N and Riley laughing , that brings a small smile to my face , I step to the side as Y/N leaves the roomy gaze following her to the nurses station before I turn my attention back to Riley.
“I’m sorry bud, it looks like you’re …” before I could even finish my sentence Riley chimes in smiling and slightly giggling .
“I’m gonna need to stay on overnight I know doctor L/N told me…it’s okay I understand! Thank you Doctor Lee”
A small chuckle leaves my lips as I look at Riley shaking my head slightly .
“Of course she did…well I guess I’ll get going. I’ll come check on you later Riley…Goodbye Mrs Stuart “ I bow to her as I leave the room closing the door behind me.
As soon as I hear the click of the door,I Lean against it closing my eyes and just taking a deep breath.my eyes open again too the ping of my phone from inside my pocket I pull it out thinking it’s finally the results of the tests I ordered for Riley…but I was wrong…
“Oh shit”
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When Jiho and Sol B find themselves in a questionable situation.
aka: if jiho and solb had a one night stand.
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notes: all credits to @ohcoolnice @sxfik !! i’m taking a spin on a one night stand jisolb edition, which originally came from a solhwi one night stand idea. feeding the jisolb nation with this spicy one shot. it’s my first time writing a more mature piece, so do bear with me! i’ll continue to learn and grow! once again, editing, grammar and incorrect facts will be taken responsible by me! thank you for the love and support, feel free to suggest prompts and more!
rating: mature! implications of sex, definitely steamy and spicy.
(as promised, tagging the fam that went nuts: @ohcoolnice @sxfik @affablewritesfables @cathartichaoss )
words: 3166 words
Ouch.
Jiho hated hangovers. He hated how he would repeat his mistakes over and over again, chugging back the glasses and shots of alcohol. Each time, he would remind himself not too much. But he would throw that advice out the window when he chases his high.
The warm sun rays of his window filter in through the sheer curtains as he squints his eyes closed, grabbing the sheets and pulling them over his head. God, he really hates hangovers. He can’t even remember what happened last night, and he didn’t really want to at the moment.
Realising the sun was not going to go away, he grunts in frustration, before getting up and propping himself upright with his arm. The bed was messy, and he knew something was off. Of the many times he came home drunk, his bed was never this messy. Ever.
And that is also when he realises he’s naked underneath his black sheets. Strange, he’s never really gone to bed naked. He had the habit of putting on a pair of boxer shorts, for sure, but he doesn’t remember getting naked.
A throbbing pain stops his train of thought as he groans from his headache, slowly getting up to find a pair of sweatpants for him to wear before getting his hangover cure of painkillers. He needed to order some spicy jjamppong as well. And he’s definitely not going to work on his reports today.
Just as he runs his fingers through his hair and opens the door, he’s greeted with the sight of someone already in his house. Seated by the dining table and chair, with a mug of hot steaming coffee and in an oversized grey T-shirt, her hair was long, slightly messy and her eyes were clearly still sleepy.
There, in all her glory sits his rival, Kang Sol B.
Sol was up just a good ten minutes before him, in the same state that he was in. A moment of confusion, before realising that across from her, one arm draped loosely around her bare stomach was Seo Jiho. Not wanting to wake him up and send him into a state of panic, she chose to crawl out of bed and grabbed the first thing she sees: his grey shirt.
She brewed herself a cup of coffee and made an additional one for him, knowing how he would need this. She nurses her headache and recollects her memories, before muttering curses to herself as her memories come back bit by bit. When the door opens to see a shirtless, well toned Jiho in his sweatpants and disheveled hair, she locks eyes with him and the puzzle pieces fall into place over last night.
The memories of last night suddenly come hitting back at him like a bullet train, as his eyes meet hers and he can only blink back in shock. He doesn’t even care that she’s in his house, or that he’s shirtless. He’s suddenly thrown back hours before.
The memories of them drinking with their friends to celebrate Joon Hwi’s promotion as well as Seungjae’s having a second child comes back. How he kept knocking shot after shot back. How his rival was one moment next to him, the next moment in his arms. How he was attempting to bring her home, but she was quick to kiss him, and he was already enjoying it too much to say no.
How one moment they were kissing on the couch, and the next in the bedroom, and the next…
Jiho was stumped. Did he really just have a one night stand with his rival? Kang Sol B? Still standing by his door, he grabs his glasses from the edge of the table, fumbling with it out of nervousness and slips it on as naturally as he can. Sol doesn’t look away, but only slides another steaming mug to him when he sits across from her. They both sit in silence for a bit as Jiho takes scalding sips while he processes his hangover and his memories.
“How are you feeling?” Sol asks, her manicured fingers drumming the side of the mug. She notices the way he bites his lip, the same way he does when he’s nervous. The way his hair was messy from his pillow, it was so different from the man she knew since middle school. As best as she could, she tried not to look at his toned abs, as she remembers running her fingers up and down those muscles last night.
“Terrible. You?” Jiho simply replies, too nervous to say anything else.
“Feels worse than the time after the mock trial.” She says, taking another long sip. Another silence ensues. Jiho unconsciously bites his lower lip, and Sol feels her heart skip a beat.
She’s used to his habits, how he clicks his tongue when he’s thinking. The drumming of his fingers. How he adjusts his round glasses every five minutes. Yet, she has never noticed the way that she feels whenever she catches him doing it. She has never noticed how her heart flutters when he leans over to her to grab a paper, or to glance at her report.
“You remember everything?” Jiho finally asks. Sol looks up at him, thoughts suddenly cleared as she takes another sip of coffee to collect her thoughts. She closes her eyes, the way she does when she’s thinking, leaving Jiho in a moment of silence, and observance.
Jiho notices the way her hair is so messy, it’s so unlike the Sol he knows. Her jet black hair not styled and straightened, the morning frizz just taking effect and her hair knotted made her look so different than the judge in the courtroom he was so used to. Her small frame hidden away with his big grey shirt, yet her slim collarbones are showing and the neckline so low and big, one of her shoulders are exposed.
Jiho was sure that the alcohol had worn off. So why do the words ‘cute’ and ‘sexy’ resonate with her now? Why does he find the way that she bites her lip when she’s thinking about her schoolwork cute back in school? Why was he always flustered whenever she looked at him? Why will his heart skip whenever she brushes his hand or arm?
Did he… have feelings for her?
“Most of it, I think.” Sol’s reply brings his thoughts back down. Sol brings her hand back and combs her mid back length hair back. She outgrew her short hair styles when she graduated school, and has stuck to growing it out ever since she moved out of her home. Jiho can’t help but notice the way the shirt exposes her shoulder and collarbones, he wants to throw a jacket on top right away.
“I… I’m sorry, for last night. I probably should have been more sober and brought you home, not to mine.” Jiho blurts out, fumbling with his glasses again, his hand pushing them up and naturally combing his bed hair back. Sol doesn’t say anything, but just scoffs.
“No use apologising now, don’t you think?” Her voice comes out harsh, but Jiho is used to it. That was her, after all. And Jiho could tell the slightest differences between each tone. Jiho only leans back on his chair, and shuts his eyes for a moment, letting his head tilt back. Sol tries her best not to stare at his muscles, and the way he shifts his glasses up. All she’s thinking is how hot her rival looks in front of her, and how everything about this feels wrong.
“Was it…your first?” Jiho asks, his eyes still closed. He dares not face Sol if she says yes, and he dares not face her if she says no either. He rather wishes to disappear. Only, she returns a light scoff.
“What, you scared?” She mocks. Jiho’s eyes open slowly, and Sol is there with a mocking smirk on her face, almost in amusement. Jiho feels almost fluttery and giddy from her smirk.
“I’m just asking. It’s not mine, I can tell you that.” Jiho bluntly says. Well, it was true. He’s never had serious relationships before, but he did have a couple of casual relationships in the years after graduating Hankuk. It was always bland, though. Never enough time to meet, and the sparks died the same month they met.
“It’s not mine either.” Sol admits to Jiho. Sol wasn’t lying, either. She was never one for serious long term relationships, being so driven by her career. But men kept chasing after her, and she attempted a few flings that mostly landed with one night stands. It never went any further, and she knew that they just wanted her for her body. Ever since, she hasn’t been on dates. This time, Jiho scoffs. Sol hears it and her face darkens.
“What?”
“I never thought you would be like this. I always thought you were so pure.” Jiho says, the taunting smile on his lips. Sol knows that smile. It was the smile from last night, the one he gave her that drove her right over the edge. The one smile that she finds herself so utterly helpless against.
“Well, I’m sure last night I provided enough evidence to support that.” Sol says, leaning forward slightly, eyes darkened. Jiho loves her eyes, the way they change and sparkle, but also how mysterious and dark they are. Two could play this game, Sol thinks to herself.
The both of them lock their eyes for a moment, the tension in the air heightened.
Jiho’s certain he wants her. He wants her, like how he wanted her last night. The entire sight of her was enough to bring him down. Her messy hair falling into her face, the way his shirt drapes loosely around her. He wanted to feel her and caress every spot he hasn’t touched. He wanted to ravish her, to taste her, to mark her as his. To show her that she’s his, and no one else’s.
Sol was equally brought back to last night. How she loved the smirk he gave her, how gentle he is. How good he made her feel, till she was out of breath and dizzy. But yet, it felt so wrong to feel this way. They were friends, classmates. She wasn’t even certain if she liked him for being Seo Jiho, or for the sex itself. She just felt so wrong to want a man to please her like how she felt last night.
Sol breaks her eye contact first, a red blush creeping up to her face. Grabbing her phone nearby, she scrolls through to try and book a taxi.
“I’m sorry, I should go.” She says, as she wants to get up. Jiho brings his hand up to her arm and sets her down back on the chair.
“You’re leaving in this?” Jiho says. Sol looks down, embarrassed and admits defeat. Her clothes from last night reeked of alcohol, and there was no way she was going home in those.
“I’ll drive you home later. Let’s get some jjamppong to eat first.” Jiho says, shifting his glasses up and clicking two orders of jjamppong from his phone. Sol instinctively grabs their two mugs of coffee and brings them to the kitchen to wash.
Jiho watches as she washes the mugs from the glass panel of the kitchen. When she returns, Jiho shifts himself closer to her. They sit in silence for a moment, before Sol breaks her silence.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sol admits. Jiho knows what she means, and of which, he rebuts.
“Why?”
“We’re… we’re not a couple. I don’t want you to get lead on, and sour our friendship.” Sol says, her hand sweeping her hair back again. God, that move, Jiho thinks. She stands up abruptly, pacing from her chair to the wall nearby.
“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” Jiho says, stopping Sol in her tracks. He continues on, while taking slow steps towards her.
“I realised way too late just how much I love you. And you’re not going to lead me. Because I’ve already fallen for you, Your Honor.” He says, now closing the distance between both of them. He brings a hand up to Sol’s hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. Sol hitches a breath, as she feels his fingers.
“Kang Sol, I, Seo Jiho, love you.” Jiho slowly leans in, giving her enough time to push him or dodge if she wanted to. But Sol doesn’t move and only lets him kiss her. She feels his soft lips, as they dance together, her hands finally letting it glide over those abs she’s been staring at the whole day. She’s thrown back to the previous night, remembering how she did this too.
Jiho tastes the coffee on her lips and hers. He loves the way she tastes, how perfect his hand rests on her hips, the other hand snaking under his shirt to feel the bare skin. She shudders as his fingers glide over her thighs, but only kisses harder from the feeling.
“You love me?” Sol asks between those kisses as his hand comes into contact with her hip bone, rubbing it lightly. Her hands trail to his waist, pulling him closer to her and taking steps back, such that she’s leaned against the wall.
“I do. Ever since law school.” He growls back and sweeps her hair back from falling into her face. He bites and nibbles on her lip, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips, before she gently sucks on his.
Pulling away to catch her breath, Sol hates how she’s given in to the man in front of her. She stares deep into his eyes, as she thinks back to the years they spent in school. Had all the meals they shared together, all the one-on-one study sessions and all the reports she’s willingly helped him in just really out of pure friendship? Has she been so blind to her feelings?
“Still think it’s a bad idea?” His voice is so raspy and breathy from all the kissing, she can’t help but feel so lusted. In response, she only dives in for another kiss, thumbs gliding over his muscles, savouring it under her touch.
Jiho smirks under her kiss, as he shifts his attention to her jaw and neck, leaving a trail of light kisses. He thanks the shirt now, leaving a whole side of her collarbone and shoulder exposed along with her neck. Peppering her with kisses, he finds her sensitive spot when she gives an audible gasp as his lips brush through.
“Ji-Jiho...” She hates how whiny she sounds, how her voice is so breathy as she holds him closer to her. But she wants it. She wants him so bad. She wants him like how he was last night.
“You look so good dressed in my shirt… God, you’re such a tease.” He whispers softly, before lightly sucking on her spot. Sol is slowly giving in, as a sound of pleasure escapes her lips, eyes closed.
“Don’t leave a mark there...” Her voice so soft and gentle, unlike the other times he’s heard them. It’s the first time he's heard her so vulnerable and weak. The air between them was so hot, and it didn’t help that Jiho could feel the bulge in his sweatpants slowly forming.
“So you’re letting me mark you, Your Honor?” Jiho teases, the same smirk that he knows Sol is weak to on his face when he looks at her. But Jiho is equally weak to her pleasured face, the way she bites her lip. His fingers rub on a sweet spot on her hips and she rolls her head back, nodding in response. She’s so needy and she can't wait any longer.
Taking it as a go, he attaches his mouth on a spot of her collarbone, sucking lightly and gently, as her whines fall from her mouth. He moves on from spot to spot, nibbling on the skin of some. Sol’s face is red from the heat, and she only palms Jiho’s head, guiding him to the spots she loves. Jiho leaves a trail of bites along her collarbone and her shoulder, but leaves one on her neck for good measure.
Pulling away, he locks his lust filled eyes to find Sol’s eyes equally drunk on lust. He knows he has fallen in love with her with the way she rivals him. It was opposites attract, how he’s always chasing up to her, and sometimes it’s her who’s chasing him. How she was silently there during his low moments. Their physical attention was just another confirmation of how Jiho needs her in his life.
Sol finally accepts the suppressed feelings she’s locked away. She’s been so caught up in her career, from breaking free from her mother’s fingers, she’s forgotten that she had a life, that she was more than just a puppet with her mother pulling the strings. She had feelings for Seo Jiho. More than the way he makes her feel, she fell in love with the persistence he had to clear his father’s name. His entire being comforted her, knowing how it felt to grow up in her mother’s palm.
“I... I love you too.” She whispers back a whisper so soft, she almost feels giddy from all the kissing. Jiho gives a rare smile, almost delighted to know she feels the same, and she manages to give one back.
Diving in for another kiss, Jiho takes the next step further, letting his hand glide on her thigh before going up to her hip and slowly crawling up her toned stomach. Sol was no stranger to such teases, as she sucked on his lips, her leg sliding up and down his inner thigh. Jiho audibly groans in the kiss and Sol loves how she’s taken control.
“Excited, are we?” he growls. Sol only smirks in reply, her hands reaching to the waistband of his pants, feeling the V-shape of his hip bone. Jiho only groans in pleasure, watching as the girl in front of him could be so controlling in a matter of seconds.
“You could speak for yourself, Prosecutor Seo.” And that was all Jiho needed before he fully decided to ravish her in his bedroom. Sol wanted it herself as she continuously teased him by pulling on his drawstrings or letting her fingers slip over the waistband.
But they pull apart, when the doorbell rings, signalling the arrival of their hangover food.
Jiho pulls apart, not wanting to let her go and Sol’s hands still rest on his waistband, a finger fingering the band. Jiho reluctantly pulls her hand away, collecting their food and letting it sit on the table. With one fluid sweep, Jiho picks the younger girl into his arms and shuts the door to his bedroom.
The jjampong could wait. But they couldn't.
#law school#jtbc law school#jtbc drama#netflix#jtbc#seo jiho#kang sol b#jisolb#kang sol b x seo ji ho#law school kdrama#kdrama#lee david#lee sookyung#slightly mature#steamy#spicy#implied sex#one night stand#original by akinosakiya
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Summer camp AU - Chapter 2 - Sirius
Hello, hello, welcome back to Gryffindor. This chapter finds us with Sirius. This one is a bit angsty again, but there’s also lots of happy points. I promise we will have some fun camp type stuff next chapter!
CW: Sirius does misgender Reg for most of this chapter in his internal monologue as he does not know that Regulus has changed his pronouns. It is not intentional and Sirius does switch pronouns both verbally and mentally as soon as he is aware. Just in case that makes anybody uncomfy.
Thank you, thank you, thank you to my wonderful betas for catching all my 3am mistakes (and also, just my complete inability to grammar).
And finally, thank you to @lumosinlove for the creation of the sweater weather universe. It honestly is a light in my life.
Fic Rating: T
For previous and future chapters see masterlist
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Sirius was pulled from the depth of his thoughts by two short vibrations pulsing through his hands. He glanced down at his phone and felt the corner of his mouth pull up at the name, Mon Loup. Remus was always checking up on him.
Are you okay? Is he there?
Sirius didn’t know how to answer the first question. He didn’t know how he was feeling. The last thing he had expected when they had gotten in the car that morning was to be seeing his brother's name next to his on the room allocations. His mind had spun through a rollercoaster of emotions: anger, guilt, joy, anger, confusion. Luckily, Remus had been there to notice the impending meltdown and had wrapped his arms around him and told him that it was going to be fine. And somehow Sirius had believed him.
He took a minute to compose his reply, knowing that trying to lie to Remus about his mental state was futile.
I’m...coping. No, he’s not. No bags either.
Sirius wished that Remus could be here with him. However, his boyfriend had just graduated with his BSN and was now a paid member of staff on the nursing team. Along with the extra responsibility came his own cabin. Sirius had insisted he went and settled in there. His phone buzzed again.
I told you, he’s probably just as worried about seeing you. He’s here, isn’t he? He’s more than just a product of your parents.
Sirius hated when Remus was logical like that. He was right though, something must have changed. There was no way that his biological parents would approve of Regulus’ coming here. “Merde!” Sirius groaned, flopping backwards onto the bed. He’d been through this a thousand times with his therapist. He’d tried to take Regulus with him. Regulus hadn’t wanted to come. Besides, he was still a minor and there was no way he could have gotten the evidence to get Regulus out of there legally. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn't his fault.
It’s not your fault, baby. You know that.
How did Remus always know? Sirius glanced at the time on his phone, 12.05. He worried about where Regulus was and if he wasn’t staying in this cabin, then had he found somewhere else to sleep? The big brother in him would never completely go. The backpack on the floor caught his eye. I might as well start unpacking, Sirius thought.
The time passed quickly and soon the alarm that he'd set for 12.50 was sounding. He had managed to get all of his clothes into the drawers under the bed and pinned the photo of him and Remus to the wall. He’d tucked his drawing pad under the pillow. There was only one thing missing.
Sirius took a deep breath, grabbing his smaller daypack and headed back to the main stage where they had been gathered before Dumo had dismissed them all. He was scanning the slowly forming crowd for the familiar features of his brother when a body barrelled into his back.
“Dude! I just saw your twin, I swear.”
The voice belonged to James Potter. They had only met last year - at this very camp - but Sirius already felt like he had known him a lifetime.
“Jeez, Potter. My ears,” Sirius moaned, shoving his friend lightly. “Attends...What did you just say?”
“Jeez,” James mocked Sirius’ acquisition of his boyfriend’s mannerisms. “There’s somebody here who looks exactly like you.”
“Regulus.” Sirius gasped, his eyes darting over the crowd again.
“Who’s Reg-” James started and then his hand was hitting Sirius’ arm as realisation dawned on him. “Your brother.”
Sirius could only give a slow nod.
“Do you need...I can tell him to stay away from you if you want?” James’ eyebrows knitted into a frown.
This time Sirus shook his head quickly, “Non. No, I want to see him. I need to see him.” Sirius hadn’t even realised himself that was what he wanted until that moment.
“Oh,” James said and turned abruptly to face the ever growing group of people. “He was just there, I swear. We can go find him.”
Sirius opened his mouth to reply when Dumo’s voice cut through the noise of the crowd, “Hello everyone, thank you for being back on time.”
James gave a distressed noise and Sirius squeezed his arm reassuringly. He loved that his friend hadn’t even questioned his desire to find Regulus. Sirius had wanted something and James was ready to make it happen.
Sirius tuned back into Dumo’s instructions, “ - lunch until 14.00 and then we will begin with some icebreakers. Finally, this evening we will have an in depth tour of the camp followed by a game of capture the flag. Only so that you know how to play for when the campers come, of course. We won’t have a campfire tonight, I know many of you have travelled from afar and will want to get to bed early. But be prepared because I want all of you ready with your singing voices, tomorrow.”
James had apparently forgotten about his troubles because he was excitedly bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Come on,” Sirius said, “Let’s go and eat. It’s not as if Regulus is going anywhere.”
The lunch hall was a chaos of noise and Sirius allowed himself to be swept up in it. The empty table that they found was soon filled. Lily arrived first pressing a kiss first to James' forehead and then Sirius'.
"Lily! I missed you so much. How did you find us?" James grinned.
Lily rolled her eyes, "darling, it has only been two hours since I last saw you. And how many other people have tie dyed their t-shirts?"
James looked down at the purple, black and white swirls on his t-shirt proudly, causing Sirius to smile fondly.
“Who are you sharing your cabin with?” Sirius asked, using his hands to compress the monstrosity of a sandwich that he had created before dipping it into his chicken soup.
“That is so gross,” Lily grimaced at the action. “Now your lettuce is all soggy. And to answer your question, it’s Natalie. You know, Darcy. Tall, blonde, formidable. She’ll be over in a minute. Think she was just waiting for her boyfriend.”
As if on cue, Natalie appeared, placing her tray down next to Lily before rounding the table and wrapping her arms around Sirius and kissing his earlobe. He would have been startled had it been anybody else but he regularly received semi-threatening texts from her telling him to have Remus check his voicemails. “That is from your boyfriend. He said he misses you. Which is gross but I was bribed with cake.” Natalie said, gesturing to the two slices of cake on her tray.
“Who’s the rookie?” James asked through a mouthful of food, looking at the red headed boy who had just sat down next to Kasey, Natalie’s boyfriend.
The boy waved casually at the table, seeming very relaxed for a new counsellor, “I’m Alex. And technically, I’m not a rookie. Done a few camps down in Tampa, but I thought I’d join my brother, Finn, here at Queer camp this summer.”
“Oh, I think I sa-" James began, but was interrupted by Lily’s squeal of excitement.
"Marl! Dory!" Lily called across the hall attracting the attention of two girls. They made their way over seeing Lily’s wave, followed closely by two other counsellors.
"Everybody, this is Marlene and her girlfriend, Dorcas. Marl was my little sister at college." Lily introduced them to the table.
They both flashed a smile and Marlene titled her head towards the two timid looking boys behind them, "We said Ollie and Timmy here could sit with us. It’s their first year too."
They all found a seat and the usual round of questions began. Despite Sirius' attempts to listen to where everybody was working in the camp, his mind was drifting to thoughts of his brother.
He felt James' hand gently touch his wrist and when Sirius turned to look at him, James mouthed, " You okay?"
Sirius nodded, "I'm fine." He realised that he had reached the end of his soup and the fact he was now trying to spoon air into his mouth was probably what had attracted James' concern. "Oh. In my own world, I guess," he said quietly.
Sirius pulled himself upright, "I'm just going to get a fork," he added more loudly and climbed off the bench. He could have eaten the cake with a spoon, but he wanted a minute to text Remus without being chirped by his friends. Crossing the busy hall with his head down was always going to be a mistake and he found himself colliding with another body as he approached the cutlery trays.
“I’m so sorry!” Sirius apologised, cringing at the sensation of warm soup seeping through his t-shirt. “I was just -” he started, but as he lifted his head he was met with hauntingly familiar grey eyes.
“Reggie,” Sirius breathed, the nickname slipping out of his mouth.
He received no reply.
“Regulus? Are you okay?” a tall blond boy that Sirius didn’t recognise asked.
Regulus didn’t get to answer this time even if he had wanted to as an older man, maybe in his 40’s appeared and said gruffly, “Is all alright here?”
“Yes, yes, we are fine thank you,” Sirius answered. “It was my fault, I wasn’t looking.”
“Be more careful, Black,” the man said. Sirius managed to pull his eyes away from his brother to look at the name tag. Sergei.
“Be nice to the kids please, Sergei,” Dumo spoke lightly, a small smile resting on his lips. Sirius swore that the man had appeared out of nowhere.
“You always play favourites, Dumasha,” Sergei grumbled. “He is making a mess of my -”
“Could I just talk to my brother, please!” Sirius snapped.
“Not your brother,” Regulus said, the sound barely audible.
“Reggie, please. Just let me...” Sirius began. He just wanted a chance to explain how he tried to take Regulus with him, but it hadn’t been possible. To explain that Sirius had needed to get free himself before he could help Regulus and then by the time he was set up, Regulus had been the one to reject him.
“I don’t think they are objecting to talking to you,” the blond boy interrupted. “I think they mean that they are your sibling. Not your brother. Is that correct, Reg?”
Regulus nodded slowly, fingers clenched tightly around the empty tray in his hands.
“Not my bro-” Sirius’s eyes caught the nametag clipped to Regulus’ t-shirt. He hadn’t looked at it before. They/Them. “Oh. Ohh. I’m sorry, Reggie. I didn’t mean to…”
Regulus cut him off. “It’s okay, you didn’t know,” they said.
“Still, I’m sorry,” Sirius sighed. “Look, Regulus. Could we talk? Preferably without all these other people?” he asked, his voice hopeful. Sirius turned his gaze to the boy that he didn't recognize, “Who are you anyway?”
“Leo Knut. Regulus’ roommate. I’ll leave you two to talk if that is what Regulus wants?”
Sirius wasn’t sure if he wanted to punch the guy or hug him for protecting his sibling.
Regulus gave another nod, more sure than the one they gave earlier. “Go and eat, Leo. Sirius and I should talk. It was always going to have to happen at some point if I stay, eh?”
Sirius took the opportunity to look at Regulus properly. They looked almost identical to when Sirius had last seen them. Only taller. And they held themselves differently. Somehow it was meekier and yet more sure of themselves. Just as Sirius was about to spiral into a mess of thoughts about what he’d left Regulus to face by themself, Dumo cleared his throat.
“Okay, me and Sergei will clean up this mess. Sirius, I think you should get a clean t-shirt. Regulus, go and make yourself another sandwich. Then we’ll find you somewhere quiet to talk.”
Regulus smiled, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Sirius let out a breath that he hadn’t realised he was holding, “Yeah, me too.”
#Sweater Weather#lumosinlove#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#Leo knut#natalie darcy#pascal dumais#celeste dumais#sergei ivanov#Sirius Black#remus lupin#noelle tremblay#thomas walker#alex o'hara#kasey winter#James Potter#Lily Evans#dima krupin#regulas black#misgendering
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The Sinner -2
Any criticism on spelling/grammar mistakes, character description (trying my best to describe them in characters), facts (especially region, I’ve never been to America before), etc. are all welcome! Though, be lenient on me :)
I had to change ‘mate’ to ‘pal’ lol...
Criminal Minds BAU x Reader
Warning: Explicit description of blood, death, mutilation, swearing etc.
Word Count: 3.1k
Previous parts: 1
“A glutton lives to eat instead of eating to live.” – African Proverb
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The large man cried as the silent room filled with the clock ticking. He wanted to stop the clock, wanted to smash it. But it will never happen, that's what the abductor said to him. He’ll never see the daylight while alive, and it scared him. Regretting ever joining the club.
The figure appeared without light, its face covered in a black mask, and a hood. He begged for the mercy, but the figure held out a red bloodied pliers without hesitation. Soon, painful screams filled the dark room along a sound of something being forcefully torn. Both predator and prey knew the pitiful scream can’t be heard from the outside.
2nd Day
Detective Lee was already at the scene, covering his mouth while yawning. It was a freezing morning of November. The detective greeted the BAU kindly, explaining they were waiting for the CSI to be arrived. The team decided to wait for the CSI too, trying to wake fully from drowsiness. They were at the National Park, where everything looked peaceful except for the bloody body found on the large rock near the small waterfall. The Sun was rising slowly over the dawn sky while Lee explained the situation after scribbling something on his note.
“The forest ranger found the body while patrolling the area,” the detective nodded towards a young ranger who looked very ill. “He stated there was no one except him when he found the body. The driver’s license says the victim’s name is Benedict Lewis, 46-year-old. Whoever did this, drove a long way to dump a body,” he cringed, “’gula’ is written on the body.”
“Which is gluttony, just like lust, it’s the Seven Deadly Sins.” Rossi informed the detective.
“So, the killer is really on an extreme religious mission or something?” Lee asked incredulously. During his 5 years of detective life, he’s never seen such murders before.
“Maybe,” Reid replied. “Does the victim have any unusual thing other than the word?” His pocketed hand playing with the sobriety coin. The young genius was actually glad he was called in the early morning as he was having a nightmare. The nightmare where Tobias Hankel drugged him.
“If you mean by a large rat, frog, snake shoved in his mouth, yeah. Is this also the Seven Deadly Sins thing?” the detective asked when Reid’s eyes sparked in realisation, pushing his nightmare to the back of his mind.
“Yes, actually gluttony is punished by eating rats, snakes, toads eternally.”
“Gross,” Prentiss frowned along with JJ and Morgan.
“Prentiss and Morgan, check out the area, if there’s anything call me. Reid and JJ, talk to the ranger. Rossi and I’ll wait for the CSI here with Detective Lee.” After Hotch ordered his team, he called Garcia -who was asleep- to look up the victim.
---BAU---
Just after the agents were dispatched, an SUV parked near the scene. A person with several protections including a face covering mask walked towards them with large rectangular containers in hands.
“Don’t they at least have courtesy to kill in the daylight?” The person said in an irritated tone with a yawning.
“F/N?” The detective’s jaw hung up in surprise. “What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on leave?”
“I’ve been resting for two months, Leon. Fucking two months!” F/N held two fingers to the detective with frustration. “And it drove me crazy!”
“What happened to Harrison?”
“Apparently, our newbie is sick since he saw the ‘luxuria’ bodies.” The forensic scientist sighed deeply, shaking head. “Anyways, I’ll need your time of arrival and names. Did you touch anything?”
“Yeah, I already wrote that, you drilled me too much it became a habit.” Detective shrugged as he showed his friend his note. “Had to touch to find his identity, but other than that I was really careful not to touch anything.”
The scientist just walked into the scene, placing the containers far from the body and the scene. With gloves on, F/N looked through the scene, quickly theorising what to gather first. The scientist quickly but efficiently started to prepare by photographing the scene and the body, scribbling on the note.
“That’s F/N L/N, one of the best forensic scientists we have. Sorry about the manner, F/N is usually polite.” Lee gave the two agents a sheepish smile.
“Something happened?” Hotch asked, watching the scientist working, barking orders not to step closer to a young officer. Rossi raised his brows at the younger man, but Hotch ignored Rossi. The BAU leader could sense something from the scientist, but he wasn’t sure what was making him stare at the person. But his gut told him he had to know about what happened to this scientist.
“Well,” the detective shoved his hands in his suit jacket, sighing deeply. “My partner, he was F/N’s husband. Has been on leave since Nick’s been shot, I’ve never thought F/N would suddenly appear here.” He checked on his watch. “Do you want coffee? I think we have time till F/N finishes the job.” Lee glanced at the scientist who was taking tweezers out from the equipment box.
“Perhaps later,” Rossi replied pleasantly as he saw JJ and Reid returning from interviewing the forest ranger.
“The ranger found the body around 5:40, he remembers clearly because he was texting his friend.” JJ informed them.
“He didn’t see any vehicles while patrolling before he found the body. The UnSub probably visited the park before,” Reid said. “But he said he hasn’t seen anyone at night.”
“Did you get when and where he patrols the park?” Rossi asked, looking at the pale ranger who was talking to an officer.
“I asked him to draw on the map, and estimated time.” Reid showed the checked park map. Rossi noticed the trembled writings of the ranger and wondered if anyone can read that.
Hotch’s phone suddenly rang, and he could hear the scientist curse along with the detective’s. Rossi coughed drily to hide his laugh, but Hotch could see the veteran profiler was amused that the phone call startled them.
“Garcia, you’re on the speaker,” Hotch replied quickly before the technical analyst say something to embarrass herself from the detective.
“Hotch, sir,” Garcia said, her voice still covered in sleep, “Lewis was a newspaper reporter before he changed his career to a food blog writer. He was a single, and there are no known connections between the first victim.”
“Did he write criticisms on food?” JJ asked.
“Yes, apparently,” Garcia paused for a moment, “a few restaurants closed due to his harsh reviews.”
“Are the owners still live here?”
“No, they all moved to other states and never returned to Philly.”
“Thank you, Garcia.” Hotch ended the call, knowing Garcia will fall asleep as soon as he ends the call. “The UnSub associated the victims’ careers and the Sins, but we don’t know why the UnSub chose these people.” He frowned deeply. “What does UnSub want to tell us?” He saw Prentiss and Morgan returning, briefly informed what Garcia told them.
“The area is just perfect for family picnics,” Prentiss shrugged, “there’s a wedding mansion, nothing much.”
“This area is open space; the UnSub knew the body would be found easily.” Morgan said. “The mansion was locked tight, so I don’t think the UnSub used the facility, no hint of forced entry too.”
“The UnSub could’ve been using some kind of transport. The victim has a large physique, moving the body here would’ve been difficult even for a muscular man,” Rossi hummed.
“About that, Prentiss and I found tyre marks over there.” The muscular agent pointed over the crime scene.
The detective went to the forensic scientist and told about the tyre mark and the scientist lazily walked to the scene to take several photos.
---BAU---
“Hey, can we enter now?” Lee yelled impatiently, checking an hour has passed. He shouldn’t urge his friend, but the scientist looked finished from his view, if not he’d just apologise to his friend and will be gladly yelled by the scientist for urging the work. But, without a word, the scientist only gestured to okay to come.
“Not many insects and the body didn’t even reach bloating stage yet. So, you can say it’s rather fresh. But, you never know in this bitchy winter. I’ll send the traces and the animals to the lab as soon as I arrive.”
“You finished real quick today, not much?”
“I’m wondering this guy maybe learned from Dexter or something and thinks himself Dante or what.” L/N rolled eyes, shivering from the cold winter. “I hate winter,” the scientist muttered, “I’ll be in the lab if you need me.”
“That’s it,” Reid exclaimed as he stared at the scientist’s back. “It’s Dante’s Inferno. In Inferno, after the first circle of Limbo, Dante visits the second circle where Lust is punished by devils. Then, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Heresy, Violence, Fraud, Treachery. It’s rather fitting because this victim’s name is Benedict and in Inferno, Pope Boniface VIII is punished due to gluttony and his name was Benedetto which is equivalent to the English name, Benedict.” The young doctor talked fast which the detective watched the agent with his mouth ajar.
“If the UnSub is killing according to Inferno, then it’s not about the seven sins?” Lee asked with a confused frown, he heard about the classic but never read. “I, I’m not sure about that.” Reid stuttered. “The Seven Deadly Sins are consisting of Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride. So we can’t be sure what the UnSub is imitating until the killings reach to either Wrath or Sloth.”
“Let’s hope we catch the UnSub before that stage,” Hotch mused rubbing his chin. “Rossi and Morgan, could you go and check Lewis’ home?”
“You drive,” Rossi threw the car key to the muscular man who caught it easily.
“I’m going to read Dante again,” Reid shrugged. “There might be hints.”
“I’ll be visiting the M.E., JJ and Prentiss are you going to the station?” Hotch asked.
“I thought about calling the victims’ family and friends,” JJ informed the unit chief. “Emily and I can split the job if that’s okay?” Prentiss nodded next to the blond agent.
“Alright, let’s get going.” Hotch nodded towards his team and everyone was ready for another long day.
---BAU---
“Our victim knew how to clean,” Rossi looked around the small apartment. Lewis’ apartment was very clean, everything in order.
“Hey, Rossi, look at this,” Morgan called the older man from the bedroom. Rossi saw the expensive watches in the drawer. “I wonder where he’d got money.”
“They’re authentic,” Rossi examined one of the watches. “With salary of reporter or food writer he could’ve afford one or two, but not all of these.”
“Maybe he was part of something?”
“It’s possibility. We need to know if the first victims had anything like this, maybe that might be a connection between the victims.”
“That might be, but the first two earned more than Lewis,” Morgan reminded the veteran agent. “They could’ve afforded as much as this if they wanted to.”
“Perhaps that’s why they could get clients who’d pay them handsomely. If Lewis was payed for being a part of organisation, Smith and Olson may have introduced to their clients.”
“Urg, if that’s right, maybe that’s why both of them didn’t have any information on their clients.” Morgan huffed, thinking there was no information to gather the first two victims’ clients at all. No memo, no digital logs, none.
“But, let’s focus on Lewis’ life style shall we?” Rossi clasped his hands.
---BAU---
Hotch saw the forensic scientist talking with Doctor Bear when he entered the pathologist lab. Surprisingly, the scientist was sitting on the metal table for corpses, and the M.E. was leaning back to another table where a white sheet covered a body on it. The place seemed to be grotesquely peaceful.
“Agent Hotchner,” the doctor greeted the stoic agent. The forensic scientist just nodded to Hotch, but said nothing. “I sent the toxicology and autopsy report to Detective Lee.” The doctor shrugged before Hotch could reply, “but, I’m sure you’re here to see the body for yourself.”
“Yes, I wanted examine the body before reading the report.” The doctor hummed.
“Where’s that young man? He was rather interesting to talk to,” the doctor good-heartedly laughed uncovering the white sheet from the body.
“I’m going, have fun,” the scientist said sarcastically before exiting the lab.
“Ah well, F/N is still angry.” Bear said like he was talking to himself.
Hotch stopped observing the Lewis’ body, and asked why the scientist was angry.
“We still didn’t catch Nick’s shooter.” Bear frowned deeply. “Nick’s F/N’s husband, and he was a good man and friend.”
Hotch nodded, but he took a mental note of that. He didn’t know why, but it felt important to know both Hotch and L/N lost their spouse to criminals. But for now, it was time to focus on the doctor’s explanation.
---BAU---
JJ was staring at the board with crossed arms over her chest and Reid was reading Dante’s Inferno with his usual reading pace. Prentiss was pressing her chin on the brown desk, wrapping her head with her arms as she stared at a black phone blankly. It’s only been second day, and everyone could feel this case will take a long time to solve. The BAU knew they will catch the UnSub eventually as they usually did, but nonetheless it was a hard process to find any lead on this UnSub.
“The family couldn’t find anything strange, or found anything from their homes,” the brunette groaned as she muttered about the first victims’ possessions.
‘Expensive possession’ was circled and a red question mark was drawn next to it where the white board was filled with words and photos by the agents.
“Only connection we currently have is, MO.” JJ tilted her head as if she was about to burn the word ‘torture’ on the board with her eyes. “So much anger, but on what?”
“Smith and Olson’s families say they didn’t have any enemies, and Lewis was a loner, no family, no close friends.” Prentiss tapped her finger on her the desk. The young man closed his book and looked up. “Finished?”
“Yes,” the genius replied dully. “I don’t think there’s any hint in the literature yet.”
“We need a break, coffee?” JJ whirled around and asked.
---BAU---
Detective Lee sighed as he threw his jacket off. The BAU was here, but the case wasn’t really cracking as he thought. But it’s only been second day no need to rush. The killer left literally nothing other than the body. Whoever it was, the guy knew how to hide evidence. But still, not even one single hair or fibre? It was so frustrating, killer among people, looking for next victim. It made his skin crawl and wanted to catch this bastard as soon as possible.
“Tired day?” Morgan asked from behind where he and Rossi returned from Lewis’ place.
Rossi entered the BAU room, throwing his empty coffee cup into the bin where the younger three agents whined about not having coffee yet to the older man. Morgan quickly smirked at the scene but turned his attention to the detective.
“Yeah,” the detective replied casually. “I still have other cases to solve. You guys are just like rain during drought for me to help catch this guy.”
“Hey, we’ll catch this guy,” Morgan encouraged the younger man. “That’s why we’re here, to help you catch this guy.”
“Thanks, pal.” Lee quickly grabbed several files from this desk and handed to the FBI agent. “Here’s the copies of reports for the autopsy and toxicology of Lewis.”
“Thanks.” Morgan thanked. “By the way,” he then stopped and asked, “Any recommendation for coffees?”
“Two blocks right when you exit the station, you see one small café.” Lee used his thumb to point the direction. “If you need a hand, I’ll probably be here till late.”
Morgan thanked the polite detective and joined his team. “Hey, Lee told me there’s a good café here. Let’s grab some coffee.”
“I’m in,” Prentiss replied quickly as she grabbed her coat. “You two wanna stay here?” She asked JJ and Reid.
“I need some air,” JJ followed the brunette and turned to Reid expectantly.
“Could you grab me a coffee, I still want to see if there’s anything I missed.” Reid asked.
“If Hotch comes, tell him we’ll get his coffee too,” JJ told Rossi and Reid who nodded.
---BAU---
The BAU unit chief’s eyes swiftly turned to the captain’s office where Detective Lee was having a conversation with the Captain. His eyes met with the Captain’s eyes, the Captain stiffly nodded towards Hotch, but soon he blinded his office. It was none of his business whether the boss and his subordinate to have a talk, but Hotch felt the talk was about this case. This case was something big. He didn’t know why but he was having this strange feeling about this case. It was as if in deep down, he knew why the UnSub was killing these people. But he didn’t know. It was irking him, frustrating him to no end. His sense was telling him most of important pieces of the puzzle were already gathered.
The team greeted him as he entered the room, Prentiss handed his coffee that was still warm enough to drink.
“Have you found something?” Reid asked the leader.
“No,” Hotch leaned back on the wall. “But, Lewis was less tortured than Smith and Olson. Unlike the other two, Lewis’ death was due to blunt force trauma on the back of his head.”
“Maybe the UnSub is looking for information about potential victims. Torture is the method the UnSub is using to extract information, and Lewis maybe gave the UnSub that information easily without retaliating further.” JJ suggested, thinking back when she was deployed in a secret mission in Afghanistan.
“That’d be plausible after Rossi and Morgan found expensive watches Lewis couldn’t afford,” Reid nodded.
“So the UnSub may be annihilating members of this secret group.” Prentiss quickly scribbled ‘group’ on the white board, arrows pointing from the victims’ photos.
“For now that’s the best theory,” Rossi leaned front, “but we have to be careful not to focus on this theory. We have to be flexible.” Rossi reminded the team.
Hotch checked his watch that was already pointing 6pm.
“Let’s grab dinner, and you can work or rest at your room for today.”
#Criminal Minds#criminal minds fanfic#bau#bau x reader#aaron#aaron hotchner x reader#david rossi#spencer reid#jj#Jennifer Jareau#emily prentiss#The Sinner Series
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So no one will probably ever read this, but as a reader of SJMaas books I’m throwing my opinion out there like everyone else at the moment over ACOTAR.
Yes ACOTAR, the series that is bringing so much toxic discourse I can’t find any freakin funny fake quotes or funny cute memes now about the series without being also bombarded with a heap of toxic hate.
Yes.
That one.
Putting this out there now, this is not the fault of SJMaas, she didn’t make anyone come and start posting hate. Eg. using other fandoms of SJMaas, there is hardly any hate on ToG, if ToG fandom was a person I would be sitting there filming going ‘you’re doing great sweetie’. At least if there is toxic hate I don’t get swamped by it. I mean there are problems with the books don’t get me wrong (ToG…one of your POC main woman got murdered and used to bring about the main characters growth, that’s a big no no in my book reading, but I still read you and liked other parts of you. ACOTAR…please stop saying Rhysand is a feminist he literally took away his wife/mate/life partners choice in her pregnancy (hell, Twilight handled that better, Twilight!) and also the Inner Circle are not perfect, let people have discourse and not get along, perfection is a lie.) No, this isn’t book criticism it’s toxic hate and is the result of the fandom….gosh I feel like an old person, like I’ve been through ship wars, I’ve seen the numerous wars of Supernatural, the armies of Katniss/Peete and Katniss/Gale, seen the truly bloody battles of Jacob vs Edward and the craziness that is Harry Potter (just to name a few). But this…this is terrible. I can’t even find anything funny without it popping up when I search for stuff now.
And funny memes and incorrect quotes are 60% of the reason I joined tumblr.
So yeah, this is me venting cause what else is social media like tumblr for if not to do so and receive heaps of hate (in other words bring on the haters…or don’t I’ve got a very soft heart and heaps of anxiety. Besides I give myself enough hate).
Anyways, getting to the point.
Can we as a fandom, as a group, STOP BEING TOXIC. Yes, I put that in capitals for everyone in the back.
If there is one thing I wish, it was that ACOTAR had never focused on the romance but instead on the sisterhood. Like, I love me some romance, I love it, give it to me while I make grabby hands. But sisterhood, troubled, crazy, disjointed, beautiful, strong, proud sisterhood- I will lie down and beg for it to walk all over me. I don’t know why but healthy, strong family and found family vibes make me happier than romance in novels.
Okay, where was I, I feel I went on a tangent and I blame my wine (it’s a $150 bottle which is the biggest spend I’ve ever done and more of a fuck you to people that pissed me off in a shop when they thought I was broke af, like, I am 23, own an apartment and have nearly payed off my mortgage cause I work my ass off, watch me buy myself some gosh darn expensive wine…sorry, tangent again).
Anyways, the point I wanted to make was that this who Gwyn vs Elain over who gets Azriel and that they must be with a man ect. Why????? Why are we doing this? Like what if neither of them had romance? What if their growth and character arc was them being incredible women, why do we need to ship them let alone fight each other over it (was finishing last drop of wine and realised I have many grammar and spelling mistakes, I apologise. Also, realised that Gwyn/Elain is now going to be my new ship. Bye guys. My ship is me on a door in the ocean about to drown, like Rose in the Titanic, but I’m surrounded by the sound of gunfire. If anyone wants to join please bring more wood for a raft, the naval vessels that are the elriel, gwyneriel and elucien are very scary).
There is shipping and there is toxic shipping. Comparing two women over their ability to produce children…shame on you. Shame on all of you and not in the kind Mushu way. I mean it. Look at yourselves, think about who you’ve hurt (and I don’t mean shippers, I mean people who can’t have children) and have a good hard long look at yourself. Picture someone telling you, that you can’t be in love with someone cause of your reproductive organs…I just can’t.
I honestly can’t.
I’m sorry to everyone who has been hurt.
There are other things as well, people vilifying a victim of abuse and stating they must be evil. That is never okay, we do not need to grow this culture and way of thinking.
Stop.
STOP.
Why would you do that? What makes that okay?
And before someone tells me I could stop reading and move on…I can’t cause all I find when I look for stuff now pertaining ACOTAR is this.
Like, I could write an essay on the hypocrisy and problems of ACOTAR but that’s not what I’m here for. I like ACOTAR (for all it’s faults, okay, wait, the actual writing faults are there, but like, I’ve not finished two bottles to get started on that).
You want to make a ship war, you fight with dignity and grace. You fight by explaining that hot sizzling tension that is just too good, the near kisses, the banter, everything that does not become toxic, go for, fight your ship war, just don’t send out hate vibes. We have so much hate, lets just love a little.
This post, it’s a point I’m trying to make that we as readers need to stop being toxic with our characters and instead start loving them. Like whoever you ship together is the hot diggity hot dog for you. Unless it’s illegal and you know what I mean…but then again fanfic is a rabbit hole and I have seen things so yeah, can we be polite?
Please?
This is the begging of a tipsy nurse who just wants to fund those funny memes (regardless of ships) and not have to see such hate from a fandom she used to/still does enjoy.
Anyways, love to everyone and ship your ship (and for those ships that don’t end up cannon, that’s why there are submarines, don’t worry, I myself have joined the crew of a few).
#acotar#an angry ball of emotions#a court of kindess please#can we all stop this toxicness#my wine cost me $150 and I’m nearly done#this post is going to either never be seen or get me shanked#i dont know which and that doesnt worry me at the moment#it will worry me in the morning#i am going to tag every single acotar ship on here when i have the time#please let the toxic posts disappear#i want my funny fluffy fandom back#my ship is the door that rose lay on in the titanic#fandom#shipping wars#toxic fandom#please stop#nessian#feysand#feylin#elriel#gwnriel#elucien#gwynlain#gwyn x elain
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EXHALE
My very first crackship (Max and Lola) in skam fr tag and also first time since forever of posting a fanfic under this tag too. Nonetheless, hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer : English isn’t my native language so there’s gonna be grammar error here and there and if any of you think Max or Lola’s characters are a bit ooc, then I apologised in advanced but these all based on my imagination about them
Please be kind if you want to make a critic about it💕💕💕
“I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m very proud of you and your progress, Lola.” says the therapist. And yes, she’s been getting the same positive words from the people around her regarding to that, but it still makes her smile nonetheless; it feels nice. Truly.
“Merci!”
It’s crazy how this small, gloomy office is becoming one of the most important and prominent thing that ever happened in her life. It used to be a torture, just by thinking about sitting here, facing the same therapist over and over again, pouring her heart out like she wanted to do it and not feeling obligated at all. Crazy how those feelings happened less than a year ago. But it doesn’t mean she never feels like the old times again, it’s just... less and less brutal, if she might adds. The fact that Daphne and her step-dad also going through therapy making her feel less lonely. When she’s too absorbs in her thoughts, her stomach suddenly begins to make a grumbling sound. Loud one too!
The therapist laughs, “ah! want an apple?”
Lola shakes her head, a bit embarrassed. She hasn’t eat anything for breakfast because she was in a hurry to get here. Damn that broken alarm clock!
“No, thank you. I’ll be going with my friend to have some lunch after this.”
“Then, I’ll be sending your report about your progress by e-mail as usual, later tonight?”
“Thank you very much.”
“No no, Lola,” the therapist smiles softly. “Thank you for being here, thank you for helping me helping you.”
After saying goodbye, Lola leaves the office and stops her step to take out her phone. Just before her fingers begin to type, a familiar and gentle voice greets her.
“I’m already here.”
Lola looks up and sees Max making his way to her. His steps aren’t slow, aren’t fast either; they’re perfectly balanced, won’t making you feel left out. Walking besides him, even in silence, brings her a lot of comfort; something she never felt before, not even with her old crush Maya, whom she’s still a good friend with by the way.
“Good. You saved me from wasting my time typing.”
Max gives her a little smile that could make Lola’s heart doing this funny sommersault like in the WWE. How could that happened? How did he do that?
Poker face, Lola. Poker face, she thought to herself while her heart is screaming “lies!” every seconds. Putain!
“Glad I could be your saviour then,” he playfully adds. “Shall we go eat now? I’m starving.”
Remembering the embarrasing incident at the office not long ago, Lola nods and walks beside Max. It feels almost natural to be besides him like this. One of the wonder she can’t grasp why, yet.
“Where and what do you wanna eat?”
“Anything will do,” Lola shrugs. “But better be affordable, though.”
Max takes a glance at the girl beside him when she’s not looking. Her hair is slightly swept by the wind. His nose catches the smell of strawberry and cream altogether.
“I know just the place. Not far from here. Come on!”
The place where Max was talking about located only five blocks from the earlier place. Because it’s lunch time, of course it’s crowded but somehow they manage to find an empty spot outside. Not gonna lie, Lola’s a bit intimidated when she’s looking at the menu.
“I told you to go to the affordable place and this ain’t it, Max!” she hisses while pointing at the book menu.
“Well, it’s affordable for me, though,” he grins, and before Lola can speaks again, he continues, “it’s on me.”
“Pardon?”
“I never give you anything, as long as I remember and now I got the chance. Believe me, it was an impromptu idea.”
“No.”
“No?” Max repeats, brows furrowing.
“No,” Lola shakes her head, also a bit annoyed now. “You don’t need to buy or give me anything. I still have money.”
“I know but it’s just for one meal. I promise. No ulterior motives whatsoever.”
Because her stomach is making a nasty sound again, Lola unwillingly says yes to Max’s offer and without thinking, she orders spagetti marinara with extra cheese on top because he says it’s one of the best dish this restaurant have. They eat in comfortable silence, and as Max has said before, the spagetti is indeed, sublime. Even better than the one Daphne’s usually making—Lola silently apologised to her about this. Less than fifteen minutes later, her plate is already clean.
“Glad you’ve been enjoying the food.”
“You’re right. This is amazing!”
Seeing Lola smiles brightly, especially at him, makes Max’s heart soars. Sometimes Max can’t help but laughing at her dry jokes, looking at her way or stealing some moments just to talk to her for few minutes. The rest of the Lamifex is suspecting about his feeling about Lola, but he never says a word about it. Yes, he wasn’t really liked her at first. Yes, he was being cold towards her. But like most people in the world do, his perspective of her changed almost drastically when both of them shared bits of their life’s journey while waiting for the other Lamifex members to showed up at the usual place many months ago. From his eyes, Lola is actually funny without even trying, brave enough to own her mistakes and apologises for them too, really caring about the people she loves and cares about—sometimes Max wondering to himself if he’s one of those people, if he could ever be one.
“It’s too early to daydreaming, no?”
Max blinks rapidly, “sorry. Too lost in thoughts.”
“What were you thinking, then?”
You, “nothing.”
Lola crosses her arms while leaning back to her seat, “usually when someone says nothing, it’s actually everything.”
“You’re not wrong,” Max replies, as the corner of his lips is going upward. “Let’s go somewhere else, shall we?”
“Where?” Lola’s eyes and voice are in full alert mode now. If he’s taking her to a rather expensive place again, she swears to God! No matter how she’s having a crush him, there’s no doubt that she’ll throw darts if he dares to do it again.
Wait! A crush on him? On Max?! As in the romantic way? Oh putain! No no no! This is bad! Red flags!
But even though her head screaming no, her feet are following Max’s steps to the place none other than the riverbank of Seine.
“My second favorite place in the whole city. Probably the world too.” Max proudly declares as he stares into the calm river.
“You’re usually coming here, then?”
“A lot, yeah,” he nods, sitting besides Lola. Not too close, yet not too far to touch either. “Maybe the only place that I can make myself to think clearly. It’s even more beautiful at night.”
“I know. Sometimes I’m also going here alone, just because.”
The wind is exceptionally strong today. It makes her hair feels like flying all over the place, slapping her face here and there. When Lola tries to shield the hair from the wind, the next thing she knows, Max puts his usual black snapback on her head and brushes few strands of her hair off of her lips and cheeks, then places them behind the ears. This is the very first time they’re making physical contacts like this, and surprisingly, Lola doesn’t mind it.
As if Max is strucks by lightning, he quickly making a distance between Lola and him; a bit farther this time. He also fully realises that it was their very first physical touch and the last thing he wants is for Lola feeling uncomfortable, even just a slightest bit.
“Why do you sit so far this time?”
Max can’t look at her, “no reason.”
“Thank you for the meal.”
Still can’t look at her, “It was nothing, Lola.”
Something utterly familiar catches his nose, but stronger this time and suddenly feels something touches his right shoulder—it’s Lola’s head. For split seconds, Max is too shocked to comprehend the whole situation; wanted to slaps himself, to make sure that this isn’t a cruel dream but it’s not a dream. Pretty much real. As real as the sun in the sky right now and they’re both basking underneath it.
“You don’t mind me doing this, do you?” Lola asks, slowly without tearing her gaze from the Seine.
“Not at all. Stay as long as you need.”
Lola smiles at this, “I might hurting your shoulder for resting my head too long.”
“I don’t mind.” Max gently replies. His hands are itchy to brush Lola’s... just for a second, or less than that. But he can’t. He doesn’t want to ruin this small precious moment between them, have to control his desire or else, she’s gonna pulls back again.
“By the way, metaphorically speaking of course,” Lola starts to speak again after five minutes being quiet. “If I tell you that I have a crush on you, what would you do?”
“Then I’ll metaphorically answer that I’m flattered and honored.”
Lola doesn’t say anything, but somehow her face looks solemn.
“Can I ask something in return?”
“Sure.”
Max isn’t sure if it’s a good idea, but the hell with that. It’s now or never, “if I tell you that I want to hold your hand, even for a minute or so, what would you do?”
There’s a sudden pause between them again, and Max instantly regretting the things that he said. What a stupid buffoon!
When he’s about to apologise, Lola’s voice stops him.
“Metaphorically?”
“Literally.”
Neither of them knowing that both of their hearts are palpitating and doing flips. Stomach begins to churning, a whole zoo inside it too. Though somehow, someway, both are also managed to stay calm; as calm as the water flow in the Seine. Instead of answering, Lola takes Max’s hand and entwining it with hers. So this is how it feels of finding the the perfect puzzle piece in someone.
“Then I’ll literally gonna answer why it took you so long to ask me that.” Lola says as she rests her head again on Max’s shoulder, who’s now also puts his head on top of hers and inhales its pretty scent.
Both are lost in their own thoughts. Is it going to be a new start of their relationship? Maybe not. Is it going to change almost everything between them? Probably. But those questions about time and other endless possibilities aren’t exactly proper right now. There are only them, the chilly autumn weather, Seine as far as the eyes can see, the warmth of their bodies sitting close and uncertainty of life—and sometimes, it’s all that really matters.
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SEKAIICHI HATSUKOI: TAKANO NO BAAI 2/(PART 3 SUMMARY TRANSLATIONS)
As I say at the start of everything, I apologise if you notice any grammar mistakes or errors in general. I will fix them as soon as I notice. The final part is going to be out probably in the next two or three days. Almost done!
The scene immediately cuts to Nao barging in and surprising Takano. “I’m home!” (yikes, I wonder how Takano felt hearing that). Nao spots Takano and starts to question if he’s in the right house but Takano just explains that Ritsu was ill and he fainted in the hallway this morning. Nao, now a bit alarmed at this news asks where he is and finds Ritsu sound asleep in his bed though looking rather unwell. Takano tells Nao that he’s sleeping and that he took some medicine this morning however it’s best to keep a watch on his condition. In frustration, Nao complains how this is exactly why he’d told him not to sleep on the floor. Takano lets Nao know that if he’s still not feeling well when he wakes up then to take him to hospital. He also made Ritsu a simple porridge to have when he wakes up (so soft > . <). Nao apologises for the inconvenience and expresses how good it was that he was there when Ritsu fainted and Takano explains that it happened as he was leaving. Once again, Nao apologies for Ritsu burdening him and dismisses Takano by telling him he’s going to take over from here, thanking him for what he’s done up until now. (noooo let Takano take care of him you stupidbitchru34urhur. Honestly, I think Takano looked a little uneasy and annoyed at that. He probably wanted to continue caring for Ritsu I like to think and obviously he doesn’t trust Nao).
After that, Nao tries to stir Takano a bit. Nao acknowledged how difficult an editors job really is and how Ritsu’s always working until super late. Though, he realises Ritsu probably does this because he genuinely likes his job, but normally it gives off the impression that he’s being overworked. Once Ritsu makes a decision on something, he does everything in his power to make it work out and so that attitude also makes Nao want to work harder.
Takano’s not in the mood for chitchat right now and so all he says in response is “I’m aware of that.”. Nao carries on with his fake happy-go-lucky mood and tells Takano that as Ritsu’s boss he’d really appreciate if he’d watch over properly. Takano just simple says that he is watching over him and he doesn’t make people do things they’re not capable of doing. Nao is pleasantly surprised to hear this and says that must mean “Saga-san” has high expectations for Ritsu. He also attempts to give Nao his contact info in case anything like this happens again but Takano is just straight out ignoring him at this point and Nao notices that. As Takano is heading towards the door, Nao calls out to him and warns him to stop hurting Ritsu, that’s always being strung along like a fool by him. Finally, Takano seems to stand up for himself this time and tells Nao that he doesn’t need to hear something like this from him (kind of like silencing him).
Now alone, Takano thinks “Who’s the one getting strung along?” as his heading towards the front door, but it’s not like that really matters because if his presence is causing Ritsu pain then…
His foot touches something lying on the floor. He picks up the key he gave to Ritsu and wonders what it was doing in a place like that. Maybe it fell out whilst he was carrying him inside? But nothing spilled out of his bag when he fainted, so how? “Was he holding it in his hand?” Takano wonders what exactly Ritsu was doing clutching onto his key so tightly. Was it because he’s told him to come over and use the key whenever he liked? Was he planning to come and tell Takano he wasn’t feeling well? No, maybe…
It flashback to Ritsu’s word to Takano before he fell asleep.
"I- There are so many things I have to say to you.”
“I have- I have to tell you properly.”
“I’m… really…”
End of flashback.
Takano realises that Ritsu must have wanted to personally come talk to him about them. As he begins to slip the key through his fingers, he thinks about how Ritsu always detains him and gets his hopes up. So, Takano throws the key into Ritsu’s shoe with new hope “You’re so unfair.”.
Final Part Coming Soon... (I swear I'm not trying to be dramatic when I write that but it comes off that way)
#sekaiichi hatsukoi#sih#takaritsu#takano no baai#takano no baai 2#takano masamune#onodera ritsu#sekaiichihatsukoi
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this is kinda stupid headcanon about Akira x Haru, its 3 am in the morning and im here getting tortured by my own imagination help
I just had this weird headcanon when Akira/Ren rejecting Haru because of Akira already in relationship with other girl (cuz you know Haru very late appearance) and he tried to stay loyal, but when Akira/Ren slowly getting to know her, he genuinely relates to her, sympathetic towards her and slowly likes her but kinda denied the idea because he already had a girlfriend.
So when Haru asking him this, he's elated but also torn and he must choose his word carefully cuz he already got a girlfriend right, then he rejects her. And the way Haru just instantly closed herself make Akira regrets it and he tried to ignore some little stingy pain in his heart because he made her so. So he went home felt like shit and Haru's crying in her own room.
And I don't know man, this is already like fanfiction but Akira kind of regret that he rejects her and he felt he can't connect to Haru the way they used to and Haru slowly and subtly distancing herself from him and treat him just like other guyfriend, no more shy glance, no more secret smiles and finally no more invitations just to drink random coffee.
And Haru slowly and steadily move on, and her days full of work and college. Meanwhile Akira is away in his hometown, feeling alone more than he should. Idk and then maybe Akira is missing his old gang/or maybe missing someone idk lolol he went back to the city and ask Phantom Thieves to hang out together, which is everyone agreed to do, except Haru cuz she got a lot of work from Okumura Food. And somehow it breaks Akira's heart a little bit.
Fast forward idk how many days/month/years, sadly Akira is kinda bad for having feeling and thoughts about Haru and neglect his girlfriend, and he came to the city again to talk about this. Surprisingly the girlfriend understood because from the very start it seems like Akira did not 100% true/in love with her, and he treated it like casual dating but he's gentleman by all means, its just sad that Akira been bottling his real feelings and not come true to himself, so yeah they broke up but with light heart and promise to be friend as always. Akira apologies profusely of his action and insincere love towards her. The girlfriend can only smile bitterly while saying you gotta catch your true love then, dont just date just because of responsibility and felt bad towarda them.
Then, Akira resolved his heart and tried to reconnect and salvage his relationship with Haru, and maybe maybe Haru would forgives him and they can be together. But when he asked Haru where she is, she didn't answered. For a while, Akira then calls her so that he can come to wherever she is, then she answered that she is in the restaurant with someone and apologise that she cannot meet him now.
and idk this is way too long now lolol, basically Haru already moved on, now trying to be in a proper relationship with a nice man who really likes her gentle personality and doesnt have any ulterior motives and Akira is just shocked that she moved on so fast in just a year. In which Haru reply is apologising to him and says that they could still be friends like they used to and when Akira doesn't answered her apology, she said goodbye and thank you and says sorry but he's too late and hope he can move on too and yadda yadda yadda. lolol
And this is kinda stupid but im kinda go with his old fiancee but he is transmigrated from another plane/people. yes HE IS TRANSMIGRATED AHAHAHAHAHAHAa nd his personality changed so much and he actually and genuinely cares and slowly love Haru who is broken but still strong admist the circumstances. Haru is icky at first but (this is already a years pass by lmao) slowly she noticed how his ex-fiancé changed so much, and now he treats her with ultimate respect and saw her as his equal and it just melt and kinda mend her broken heart. and they kissed LOLOLOL. NAH OR MAYBE JUST RANDOM GUY but his personality like description above lmao.
i just love me some angst goddamn idk this post probably got alot of grammar mistake and cliche drama but heck
im just sad that people kinda shove Haru in the back and rejects her or maybe place her in one of the harem cuz they pity her:( i just wish if she really cant get together with Akira at least let her find someone who truly care, support and love her. give her some happy endings please :'(
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I did say I might have to write this. I apologise for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes but I enjoyed writing this. Just some of my thoughts on what happened after AJ got Clem back to the school.
AJ was exhausted. Clementine was a lot heavier than AJ had thought, not that he'd ever tell her that, or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't slept since the hootenanny (that still sounds like a swear) but AJ wasn't going to give up, he had to save Clem. She smelt bad too, but that was probably because of the pile of walker guts he’d dumped on top of her, combined with the heat of the afternoon sun, she did not smell great, neither did he.
By the time he reached the school the afternoon light was slowly sinking into evening light, if Clem was awake she'd know that the sun would be setting soon, she’s been on the road for a long time after all, she knows everything. When the gates of the school come into sight, just over the small bridge, AJ feels a second wind in him, he summons strength from within himself and moves as fast as he possibly can. Clem hadn't moved, hadn’t woken up, since he’d slammed the ax down on her leg for the first chop and he was concerned but she was breathing and breathing was good.
The first thing AJ notices is a figure on the lookout tower, they have their arms crossed over their chest and terrible posture. AJ already knows that's Violet. He knows the second Violet spots them because one moment she’s there and the next she’s gone. AJ reaches the gates within minutes and his previous exhaustion washes over him once again. He did it. He’s here. And Clem is with him.
Violet is the first one out of the gates, her walk is brisk and her eyes are focused entirely on AJ. "When I heard Clem yell I wanted to come back for you, both of you, but there were so many walkers-" Her voice dies in her throat and she stops in her tracks. "Where is..." Violet's question trails off as her eyes drop from AJ to what he was pushing. She had been so focused on AJ she hadn't noticed the wheelbarrow and, more specifically, who was in the wheelbarrow. "Jesus fucking Christ." Violet's eyes almost bug right out of her head, if this was any other situation AJ would have laughed but he’s too tired and also extremely worried about Clementine.
AJ has to admit that it's not a pretty sight; Clem had been pale in the barn from blood loss and after he’d cut her leg off she’d gone even paler, almost deathly pale, seeing Clem so close to death unsettled him completely, his stomach hadn’t felt good for the last few hours, every inch of Clem was covered in blood, a lot of it her own, but AJ was confident most was just walker blood, he’d had to put a lot on her in order to hide the scent of her.
Violet stares for a long moment in shock. AJ thought maybe he’d done a bad thing, like on the bridge, but Clem had said she trusted his judgement, trusted him to make the hard calls, she believed in him, so he believed in himself. This was the right thing to do and shooting Tenn, that was the hardest thing AJ has ever had to do, but he had to do it or Violet might not be stood in front of them like she was now.
Violet doesn't say anything and the only reason she seems to snap out of it is because Louis comes up beside her and puts his hand on her shoulder. He smiles reassuringly at AJ but his eyes flicker to Clementine and AJ can tell he’s worried. "Shit..." Violet does seem to relax ever so slightly when Louis puts his hand on her shoulder but she still seems tense. "You help AJ, I'll get Clem." Louis nods and walks over to AJ. Louis drops to the floor in front of him, onto his knees and smiles. Louis is such an expressive person AJ doesn't even need him to speak to understand what he was trying to tell him. He puts his hand out, palm facing upwards and smiles and AJ takes his hand hesitantly.
By now, all the other boarding school kids were out the gates looking on with faces of shock and horror. Louis begins leading AJ towards the school, hand in hand, while Violet grabs the wheelbarrow. She pauses briefly and moves some of Clem's hair from her eyes. She sighs with a heavy heart before wheeling the thing towards the gate.
Once they're inside Ruby is immediately on the scene. "What in the world happened?!" She asks. AJ was still stood next to Louis but instead of holding his hand his tired frame was just leaning against Louis' leg.
"She got bit," AJ says and Violet snaps her head up to look at the kid. "Clem said you can survive a bite if you cut it off fast enough." Abel survived the bite, it wouldn't be fair if he did and Clem didn't.
"Oh, she’s hot to the touch," Ruby says, she glances nervously at Violet who's not necessarily unusually quiet, Violet didn't talk all that much, it was more she was being quiet with a purpose, like she was holding a breath and talking would open the flood gates. "The wound could be infected or..." Ruby doesn't want to say the ‘or’ part but they all know what she’s thinking: or AJ was too late and she was infected. "Let's get her to the dorms, I can do better work there."
They wheel Clem to the front doors then decide to leave the wheelbarrow outside. Louis makes a gesture that he’ll carry Clem into the dorm but Violet shakes her head. AJ doesn't think Violet can lift Clementine, she’s kind of skinny, but she manages, bridal style, gripping Clementine tight, blood rubs onto her clothes but Violet doesn't seem to care all that much. Violet has her head tilted down to the ground, she looks so sad and desperate, like she’s making silent wishes under her breath, which she totally is.
When they get to the dorm room Violet places Clem onto the bed while Ruby orders Aasim to go fetch antibiotics immediately. Violet was pacing back and forth the entire time while Ruby examined Clementine’s condition - the whole pacing thing was making AJ nervous. "Did I do a bad thing?" AJ asks fiddling with his fingers. Ruby looks at him with her always kind face and gives him a gentle smile.
"No sweetheart, you did everything you could," she says. "using rope to stop the bleeding, that was smart, and sealing the wound with heat, also smart." She winks at AJ and he feels a little calmer, his stomach stops flipping out so much anyway. Ruby pulls out the tape they had used on Clem the first time, when AJ and she had been in the car accident, and goes to put it on her wrist. AJ understands why but he still doesn't like it.
"Are you fucking serious?" Violet had stopped her pacing for a moment to comment on the tape.
"It’s just a precaution Vi-"
"This is Clementine!" Violet exclaims. "She’s not some... some stranger we just found."
"Don’t you think I know that?" Ruby retorts. Violet looked furious, AJ was kind of concerned she might jump Ruby for taping Clem. "Violet, look at her." Violet does look at her, her eyes are on the brink of tears, it's not a pretty sight, Clem is missing her leg, it's just... it's gone, it's such a surreal sight and seeing her so weak, so pale, Violet had thought Clementine was the strongest person she’d ever met and seeing her like this, it was heart wrenching.
"I can't ... I- I.. fuck." Violet storms out of the room, ignoring Louis who puts his hand out to stop her. AJ follows after her.
Violet steps into the corridor, pacing back and forth before she leans against the wall. Her breathing was all out of whack and AJ can tell she’s afraid, he is too. "Breathe." AJ says and Violet turns to look at him.
"What?" She snaps. Violet hadn’t intended to be so harsh she’s just overwhelmed. AJ doesn't seem to notice however.
"Clem says, whenever I’m afraid, to breathe," he explains. "like this." He takes a deep breath in, holds it and then let's it back out again. Violet can’t believe what she’s hearing, she’s far too panicked to do that, but AJ insists, he keeps showing her and, eventually, Violet finds herself matching his breaths, calming her, if only ever so slightly, so she wasn't breathing erratically. "Ruby's smart, she knows what she’s doing." AJ says and he looks so sure. Violet can’t believe this, it's all so fucking crazy, but seeing AJ's confidence, seeing how calm he looked, it gave Violet a certain amount of calm.
"Hey, there’s, uh," Violet rubs the back of her neck nervously. She felt so unbelievably vulnerable and raw. Seeing Clementine like that, and seeing what happened on that bridge only a few hours ago, it was like she had an open wound right in her chest. "Tenn was your friend too," she says and AJ's eyes go wide and he looks at the ground. "how about you go get cleaned up and then we can make a grave for him?" Violet asks. It felt wrong to have any body else do it and AJ, he had cared about Tenn, a lot, she knew that, and she really wished that what had happened on the bridge hadn’t happened but it did and now they were here.
"Paying respects?" AJ asks and Violet is reminded of when she’d first really talked to Clementine and AJ, when she and Tenn had been at the twins' graves, fuck, that seemed like centuries ago at this rate.
"Paying respects." Violet says with a sigh. She wraps her arms around herself in the hope that it’ll be enough to keep herself together, even if it is only for a few hours, before she can go to her room and scream, or punch her wall, or, hell, cry her eyes out. AJ nods and runs off to go clean himself up. Violet doesn't go to her room that night, she climbs the bell-tower and cries herself to sleep under the stars, remembering Clementine and mourning for the loss of one of those she was closest to. // It took days for Clementine to come around, she’d stir in her sleep every now again and slowly but surely she regained her colour. The fact that she hadn’t turned into a walker told the kids that AJ had been fast enough in cutting off her leg and it was unlikely she’d die from blood loss, they just had to be real careful to avoid infection, which meant daily changing of bandages and Ruby had Clem on a strict routine of antibiotics.
One night, Violet was coming into the bedroom when she freezes and realises Clem was actually awake and she was sitting up in bed looking at her feet - or foot now. "Holy shit!" Violet wastes no time, seeing Clementine sitting up and conscious, her heart was beating so hard it was rattling her chest. She crosses the room in seconds and collides with the girl who laughs at the action. Violet hugs Clementine so tight she was slightly concerned she might squeeze her right back into unconsciousness but she could feel Clem wrap her arms around her just as strongly and she was warm, not too hot or cold, which she had been fluctuating between, but just right. She was okay.
"You're alive!" Violet says pulling back from the hug.
"So are you." Clem notes, her throat is a little hoarse and Violet looks around before handing her a glass of water. Clem takes it thankfully. "AJ?!" Clem asks suddenly, her eyes widening, and Violet can see her panic, even in the dim lighting of the candle on the dresser.
"He’s okay Clem, he, uh, he carted you all the way here," Violet explains and Clem looks back to her leg. "He told me what happened."
"It’s weird," Clementine says, staring at where her leg once was. "it feels like it's still there, I mean, I feel like I can wiggle my toes and then I look and it's just... nothing."
"Hey," Violet says, she settles on the edge of the bed and Clem looks away from her toes to Violet. "I swear I wanted to come back for you at the bridge, especially when I heard you yell, I- I didn’t know what to think."
"It’s okay," Clementine says. "I’m glad you weren't there, it wasn’t my finest hour."
"Clem, you... you almost died." Shit, if Violet thought about it too much it made her chest feel unbelievably tight, a hot ball of anger stirred in her chest, and maybe it was selfish to feel so, but she was angry at Clementine if she was being honest. "AJ told me everything, you just gave up Clem."
"I didn’t give up," Clem says, getting defensive and maybe bringing that up right now, as soon as Clem was awake and okay, was a bad time but Violet was just so in her feelings, her panic the past few days had bled into anger. "I've seen what getting bit does, my friend, Lee, he-" Clem chokes up. "I didn’t want to become one of those things and I thought... I thought it was too late. But then AJ, he, well..." Clem looks at her leg again.
"You told him to kill you." Violet says quietly, interrupting Clem's thoughts. She looks up at Violet who's hard to read in the dark light but Clem can tell she was worried, she would've been too if it were the other way around, she probably worried everyone sick. "You almost broke your promise to me asshole."
You better not disappear on me, okay?
I promise.
Clem can tell Violet is only half joking, if the roles had been reversed Clementine would've felt exactly the same way as Violet was, no question. Clementine pushes herself up more, letting out a little groan of pain, Violet gives her a look of concern but Clem just shakes her head. Once she was more comfortable, and sitting up straighter, she focused back on Violet, who looked concerned, Violet was hard to read if you didn’t know her, to an outside eye she was a wall of stoicism but Clem knows how to read all the subtleties that Violet has: how her eyes go shiny and softer when she’s concerned, and she has this crease in her forehead of worry, when she’s happy or amused it's a smile that's more like a ghost of a smile but still just as beautiful and blinding, when she’s angry, or frustrated, she’s much more tense and, usually, has her arms crossed. Clementine just knew how to read Violet now, she was fluent in Violet.
She turns to the blonde and pulls her forward, with the little strength she has, to bring Violet in for a soft kiss. For the first time since Violet kissed her outside the boat, Clem felt her lips curving upwards in a smile. How she was so very glad to be alive. The feeling was mutual for Violet.
When Clem pulls away, Violet’s eyes flutter open and are wide with shock, Clementine is reminded of when she first kissed the girl on the rooftop, Violet constantly seemed surprised by the fact that Clem liked her, oh how she liked her so very much. "I wish we'd done that in the woods." Clem comments.
"Me too." Violet replies biting her lip between her teeth and she can’t for the life of her remember why she didn’t kiss Clem in the woods - not that hugging her wasn’t just as amazing. Clem tugs Violet so she’s sitting on the bed beside her, both of them sitting with their backs against the headboard, Violet takes Clementine's hand and intertwines their fingers and it just feels so right. It was terrifying for both of them to think this may never have happened again, that they may never have held each others hands again, or kissed, or, shit, even just looked at each other. Violet honestly really couldn't imagine what it would be like if Clementine wasn’t here.
Clem smiles almost drunkenly at Violet and Violet thinks maybe she’s getting tired again, or her pain medication or antibiotics are clouding her thoughts, but it's nice and it’s peaceful, just sitting there, next to Clementine, a calm silence between them as Violet rubs comforting circles on Clementine's hand. "I'm sorry," Clementine says, squeezing Violet's hand. "about Tenn." Violet's head drops to her lap and Clem can feel an aura of sadness around the mention of the young boy.
"AJ, he, uh, he was right," Violet says, swallowing hard. "it doesn't make it any easier but... he saved me. I wouldn't have been able to let Tenn go and... shit." Clem smiles because she gets it, she really gets it.
"He saved me too." Clem says, offering a sympathetic smile.
"What a pair we make, huh? Have to be saved by a- how old is AJ? Six?" Clementine finds herself laughing at the comment. Absolutely. What a pair they were indeed.
Clem let's out a small grunt, she was finding it hard to stay awake truth be told, turns out having your leg cut off with an ax took a lot out of you, who would’ve thought? "Sleep." Violet’s voice was softer than ever, like velvet, and it comforted and soothed Clementine to no end. "I'll be here when you wake up." Violet whispers.
"Promise?" Clem asks but her eyes are already closed and she’s already leaning against Violet, using her as a human pillow.
"Promise." Violet vows and that's the last thing Clementine hears before she dips back into unconsciousness and the last thing she feels are a pair of soft lips against her forehead and a hand that fit perfectly in her own.
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A new future - Thomas Sharpe x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, bad writing, slightly heated moment at the end
Word count: 2229
Characters: Thomas Sharpe, Lucille Sharpe, (y/n) (l/n), (y/n)’ parents
Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader
Reader gender: Female
A/N: English is still not my first language and I do have two beta readers but they are Dutch too so if there are any grammar mistakes, please forgive me. I also hope the usage of language is correct.
GIF is never mine unless stated otherwise masterlist
Nerves wrecked through (y/n)’s body. She had never met this man in her life before, how was she supposed to act in love and content if it would turn to be everything she feared.
Everything seemed to slow down. It was everything she wanted yet everything she feared. A marriage. That’s what she had always dreamed of. An arranged marriage. That’s what she had feared for so long.
Her father had decided on an arranged marriage if (y/n) couldn’t find a fitting
husband herself before she turned 18 and her 18th birthday came much sooner than she had appreciated.
So here she stood. (h/c) locks falling over her shoulders while other locks were neatly put up in a bun. A few pearls decorated her hair and shined brightly in the light that bathed on her back. (e/c) eyes met her father’s who held his arm up expectantly for her to hold. He’d walk her down the aisle and towards her new lover. Or the one that was supposed to become her lover.. So her parents hoped.
“It happened with us too,” her mother had said, “We fell in love while we were on our honeymoon and look where that brought us.”
Well apparently that had led to her birth and her own arranged marriage. (y/n) had heard so many stories of women who were basically a prisoner in their own house, stuck to the chores and the kids while the husband was out to work, earn money. And while that wasn’t new for her, she feared that her husband would be someone who wouldn’t give her one ounce of freedom.
For years (y/n) dreamed of such freedom and she had hoped her parents would’ve showed mercy and let her travel the world, explore new countries and everything. But that didn’t seem to be the case.
As (y/n) and her father made it down the aisle, the bride couldn’t help but notice that most guests were ones she knew or at least had seen once. Except for one woman. Dark long hair fell down her back and the look she held in her eyes was rather cold. It send small shivers up (y/n)’s spine. It was like that woman didn’t seem happy at all that her male relative was getting married.
Well, (y/n) figured it had to be a relative of the man at the end of the aisle for she herself couldn’t recall meeting that woman and she was sure she’d remember a cold look as hers
“Don’t stare, keep walking.” Her father demanded her and it was only then that (y/n) noticed that she had hesitantly stopped walking for a few seconds to take in the woman’s looks. She quickly made her way further down and then her hand met very soft ones. Probably the softest ones she had ever felt.
Then she had to turn her face to look at the priest that made them say their blessing.
Due to the thick veil covering her face, she didn’t get a clear look of her soon-to-be husband but she had seen the outlines of his face and she felt lucky that she didn’t get an ugly one. It sounded a little rude but she’d have to survive with that man for the rest of her life whether she wanted to or not.
So when the priest pronounced them husband and wife – the whole room cheered happily – and the veil got lifted, her breath hitched as her (e/c) irises met gorgeous blue ones. The man – Thomas if she recalled correctly – had the softest look in them and he cupped her face thus gently that she could’ve sworn that man thought she was fragile and breakable.
And then his lips were on her own. They felt a little rough in contrast to her own soft ones but she didn’t mind one bit. She even felt the fireworks every lovesick woman talked about when they kissed their lover.
Way too soon to her liking, they pulled away again and Thomas wrapped on arm around her waist, holding her close as they made there way down. Both smiling happily and when they were alone for a few minutes she heard him speak clearly for the first time.
Sure she had heard his voice at the altar but she hadn’t really paid attention. She had noticed his accent was British though and that might’ve explained why he acted like such a gentleman.
“I’m such a lucky man,” Thomas whispered while now cupping her face again and leaning his forehead against hers, “I know we barely met but I can’t help it but feel for you.”
Well.. Now (y/n) at least knew he felt the fireworks too when they kissed.
“I understand that when we take our leave to my home country and when we get there you’d rather sleep on your own, in your own room and maybe even on our honeymoon. I know we’ve never met before and I shan’t force you into a more intimate relationship than we already have-“
“I don’t mind,” she interrupted suddenly and tilted her head a little, her lips brushing against his as she spoke, “Pardon me for the interruption but I don’t mind at all. I’ve never felt more safe with any other man than you and I am willing to give this a chance.”
Thomas smiled brightly, his lips still curled upwards as he pressed his lips once again against hers.
It was days before they went on their honeymoon. The newly wed travelled around the world and made various stops. But never once did they make love to one another. Mostly because they had to get to know each other still and let it build up to a healthy relationship before they could do such things. Despite (y/n)’s parents constantly asking whether or not she succeeded in getting pregnant. Whenever they knew where the couple was staying, they send letters that way with the same question and every time they did, (y/n) and Thomas send one back with the same explanation over and over again.
It had gotten thus much out of hand that (y/n) one night after receiving yet another letter – they were in Paris at the time – constantly kept apologising for her parents and kept on assuring Thomas she did not want to force him in such things much unlike them. Thomas had laughed good-heartedly and pulled her into his embrace. He assured her how it was alright and that he understood more than anyone.
He had gotten private letters too. Ones he hid from (y/n) and more often than not didn’t even open or respond to them. They were from Lucille, asking when he’d come back to get back to their usual routine.. A routine he didn’t want to repeat again. A routine he wanted to save (y/n) from for he had fallen in love with her. A routine that was thus disturbing he couldn’t tell (y/n).
“Whose is that?” (y/n)’s soft voice rang through the quiet room and her head was tilted down a bit, her eyebrows were shot up a little bit with curiosity.
Thomas had been reading a letter from Lucille for the first time in a while again and it was safe to say his sister became annoyed with the delay of the plans. Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as before and her words were less careful must one open up a letter.
“Lucille..” he found himself ready to confess everything. Everything he had done wrong. Every single piece of his sins.
“Come sit down with me and take a look at this letter,” he placed the letter next to his leg and held his arms out for his wife. (y/n) took his hands and let him pull her into his lap while she picked up the letter. As she read it, he kissed the exposed flesh of her shoulder softly, eyes closed as if that would make the truth less painful.
I’m tired Thomas.
Tired of waiting. You better come home soon again. I’ve been waiting long enough for the two of you. The poison is even starting to loose it’s power gradually. We better let her sign the papers and then kill her instantly. I took care of her parents, they are dead.
You better hurry up too, Thomas, because you know I will not harm you in any way if I can help it. I love you too dearly for that, but my patience is growing thin.
I expect to see you in three days.
Love Lucille
(y/n)’s eyes widened as she read the letter. She figured already who Lucille meant by ‘her’. No doubt it was her.
“And you.. Want to kill me too?” she whispered sadly. For some reason her eyes couldn’t leave the paper and Thomas had to place his hand under her chin and turn her head to make her look at him. He shook his head with a determined look in his eyes.
“My love, why do you think we’ve been away this long? The day we were gone, Lucille killed your parents so you inherited the riches but I don’t want to go back to the same old dance,”
Thomas sighed and pressed his lips against hers for a few seconds, surprised to find her kissing him back.
“There is so much more to this story than you think. But for now, I want you to know.. I want to stay here in Paris. We can buy a nice house, any house you’d like. We can start a family again and.. If you’ll still have me.. maybe grow old together.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her. After everything he had done, he wouldn’t dare to begin a future with him either if he were in her place.
“First explain to me what exactly is going on.” She whispered after a few beats of silence.
Thomas nodded slowly and tucked her head underneath his own so he wouldn’t have to look at her as he confessed every single sin.
He told her how they killed their own mother in the bathtub and how had started something new. A mistake he could punish himself for every day. They had a baby but something was wrong with that baby and it died soon after Lucille had given birth to it. Or died.. Lucille had it killed.
He told her how he used several woman to their advantage the same way that they had been planning to use (y/n). It was all for an invention and Allerdale Hall.
After he had told her every single piece of his past he found himself in tears. He felt incredibly guilty and while he didn’t dare to look at his loved one when she pulled her head from under his. She turned her body, straddling his lap that should’ve led to intercourse if it weren’t for the moment. Soft hands cupped his head and her beautiful voice called out his name as her thumbs wiped away his tears.
“It’s.. It’s not okay what you have done but I am proud of you. I am proud that you dared to confess it all to me and told me the truth. Thomas I love you. More than anything. I forgive you for what you have done. I do want to start a family with you here, in Paris. We’ll go looking for a house tomorrow.. How does that sound?” she suggested. Thomas looked her in the eyes. Scanning them for any sign of disgust but he could find none. In fact, they were filled with love and adoration. For him.
“Please stop crying,” she whispered and pulled his head against her chest, holding him closely, “It breaks my heart to see you this sad.”
He calmed down, focussing on how her hand raked through his hair, massaged his scalp gently. He focussed on her heartbeat and her steady breathing. It calmed him down.
When the tears had also stopped he looked up and kissed her passionately, turning them around so he was on top of her.
His hands were at her sides, holding her close and he pulled away a little,
“I love you (y/n).. Please let me make love to you.”
A nod was the response that gave him the consent he needed and soon her kissed her again. Lips hot against hers, tongues in a passionate battle. Only breaking away when they needed air. His lips though didn’t stop moving. They went down her neck, kissing gently, showing how much he loved her as his hips rolled against hers in need of friction.
All the layers of her skirt were pulled up to her midsection. His head was in between her thighs as he kissed her gently close to her most intimate flower. Blue eyes never leaving the sight of her face as it contorted into an expression of pleasure.
Once they both were warmed up enough, he lined up and gently penetrated her. Careful so he wouldn’t hurt her too much for it was her first time.
Through the whole night, they made love to one another.
The next day, their life begun for real by looking for a fitting place to settle down together and live their own lives. No Lucille – for her letters were thrown away as soon as they got one – and no more lies.. A new future.
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Re-writing the story I once wrote, but not really
Some of you may remember my fic “The Feelings We Can’t Let Go”.
It began as a head canon, then the lovely person on tumblr wrote the more put together version of it. We decided to write the fic together. It was going well until university and UK fucked me over. During this whole madness my co-writer disappeared from tumblr and I can’t contact her. I have tried it many times. She didn’t reply. I started writing the fic myself determined to finish it, but my life is hell rn and I don’t have the time to write the two last chapters. I do have the outline and hopefully after i start earning money and start actually getting better mentally and studying and money wise, I’ll finish it. For now I went back to the first version of the headcanon I made with my co-writer and noticed A LOT OF GRAMMAR mistakes as well as some things that weren’t making sense. I wanted to re write this kind of first chapter, so I did. I added a lot of new text, fixed all the mistakes that I could see and ta da! There you have it. You have to be happy with just this until I have the time to finish this damn fic. I want it to be enjoyable, but also make sense, maybe even help people with their own problems, I want it to seem real and I want it to be a lovely love story. I’m a romantic shoot me. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it <3 I love reading your comments. Also if any artist wants to idk make a fanart of my work now or after I finish this damn fic and have a beta read it , then feel free to do so. Okay, I’m talking way too much, just STFU Ola, no one wants to listen to you rumble :D
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Harry felt like he should have wanted to go back to Hogwarts. Even worse, he knew he should go back there. But he just couldn’t convince himself, not even with Hermione and Ginny returning. Then again, Ron wasn’t going back either, and he didn’t even feel guilty about it, not even after Hermione talked to him about the importance of learning and getting the best possible results in their NEWTs. He got a bit of yelling too, but Hermione directed most of it at Ron, leaving Harry to deal with an angry and sad Ginny, who wanted him to go back.
But there they were on the first of September at King’s Cross station saying their goodbyes and waving after the Hogwarts Express before apparating back to Grimmauld Place. Ron had no intentions of spending the year at the Burrow, it was too far away from London, and he wanted to help George out at Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes in Diagon Alley. He also admitted that he couldn’t really deal with his parents’ grief, and Harry was more than happy to offer him accommodation, not only because Ron was his best mate, but he really needed the company. Grimmauld Place might have looked a lot less gloomy since they renovated it, spending all June and most of July sorting and chucking out old furniture and artefacts, knocking down some of the walls (this being the only way of getting rid of the horrible yelling portrait of Sirius’ mother), and painting the rest in brighter shades, the house was still way too big for one person.
Soon, having turned Hogwarts down, Harry found himself obliged to decide on what he wanted to do with his life or at least the foreseeable future. Of course everyone expected him to become an auror, it seemed like the most obvious choice, but despite admittedly being interested in the job back in their fifth year, he wasn’t sure anymore if he wanted to go along with it. He might have defeated Voldemort, but was that really what he was destined to do all his life? Hunt down dark wizards?
He decided on meeting with Kingsley to discuss further possibilities. After getting detailed information about all of jobs he recommended to Harry, and spending three days straight going through the descriptions, forms and books he got, he was sure he would either want to become an Unspeakable or a Curse-breaker. He would have been happy to dive back into his books and papers to choose one of the two jobs. However Ron was already complaining about the whole house being littered with the papers; how Harry did nothing except sit on the couch, read and compare and read and compare; so Harry decided to give himself some time to consider his choice, meanwhile enjoying his freedom.
Do you seriously want to be an Unspeakable?" Ron asked, his mouth full. This was the only part of the last few days he was enjoying, the takeaway they had every evening. "You can never shut up about what you are doing. Do you really think you could go without telling anyone anything about your job?"
"Probably not." Harry shrugged, picking up another slice of pizza. "Though I guess I’ll have to, and it will be worth it.
"C’mon, Curse-breaking seems much more interesting. I’d go with that without hesitation."
"Well then why don’t you? And let me become who I want to be?" Harry snapped. He ate the last bit of pizza, and wiped his hands. " Sorry I didn’t mean that, I’m tired. " He apologised as soon as he realised Ron said nothing that should have angered him. He rubbed his eyes.
"Hardly surprising, you barley slept these past few days, mate, seriously. Just forget about this job thing for a while, it isn’t going to do you any good. Besides, it’s not like you have to start work instantly, you have enough money to live happily for the rest of your life."
"I did sleep last night." Harry protested, deciding not to comment on the money part, as what Ron said was true, he did have a vault full of money. His friend didn’t, and even though he offered to help them, they never accepted it. What he also didn’t mention was that even though he did get a bit of sleep, he kept waking up from nightmares, and if it hadn’t been for the coffee he had every two hours, he would have nodded off halfway through the day. The nightmares, and pretty much everything else connected to the war were one of those topics they avoided. It sometimes resulted in uncomfortable silences, Harry agreed that it was better this way.
"I wonder who else from our year is going back to school." Ron said, changing the topic. "I know Neville decided to do the auror training. And Seamus isn’t going back either, he said something about opening some pub in Diagon."
"I think I heard Dean was going back."
"Oh yeah I heard that too. And Padma and Parvati. I don’t know about anyone else though."
"Me neither. I only know that most of the Slytherins aren’t returning, a lot of them got house arrests with their parents and stuff like that."
"Malfoy?"
"House arrest, in France. But I think he will be taking NEWTs."
"He deserves to rot in Azkaban with his father" Ron scowled.
"He isn’t that bad. I mean he did save my life once" Harry said, though he didn’t sound too sure about it. He might not have despised him as much as he did before, but it was still Malfoy.
"Yeah, and then you saved his, so don’t get any funny ideas of owing him or anything" Ron told him, making Harry grin, Ron knew him more than anyone else. He did feel like he owed Malfoy, a bit at least, but he guessed that speaking in his favour at the trials made them equal.
"Alright" Harry laughed. He vanished the empty pizza boxes, and stood up, yawning. "I’m tired, let’s pack it in for the day."
"I second that" Ron stood up as well, and the two friends made their way upstairs to their bedrooms, Ron in one of the guest ones, Harry sleeping in Sirius’s old room.
Days passed, Harry visited Kingsley once again, then spent another day reading before eventually deciding on Curse-breaking, which seemed ideal for him except for one small thing: he needed an Exceeds Expectations in Potions. Which was impossible to say the least with his skill and knowledge. So he went to the Ministry again, and consulted with several people before agreeing to let them find him a tutor.
He ended up spending a week doing whatever he wanted, before he got any news on the matter. He visited Ron and George; he went to Muggle London; he started repainting Sirius’s old motorbike that Arthur fixed for him, leaving the finishing touches for Harry. He also sat around at home, waiting for Ginny’s face to appear in the fireplace, so she could tell him about school, and he could tell her how much he missed her. He also thought about who will be chosen as his tutor. Was it going to be some weird old Potions master like Slughorn or someone distant and cold, but really talented and intelligent like Snape, or maybe just someone of his age, who was better at the subject than him? The Ministry owl arrived on Friday, with the name and address of his tutor. But something was wrong, the address was somewhere in France. And the name was Draco Lucius Malfoy.
"Are you kidding me? Malfoy?" Ron asked horrified, when he read through the letter Harry shoved into his face as soon as he got home that evening. "Don’t tell me there isn’t anyone else in the whole wizarding world who could help you in Potions. Why did they have to choose that git?"
"I have no idea" Harry sighed. "But it’s not just that. Why France? Why can’t it be someone here in London? I don’t speak French, I don’t know anyone there, it just doesn’t make any sense."
"Can’t you ask the Ministry to find you someone else?"
"Already tried. But apparently Malfoy is the best solution, as we know each other, and we would both benefit from it."
"Both benefit from it?! How would you both benefit from it? What would Malfoy benefit from it? You are lucky to actually learn something if you don’t get killed, but how can he benefit from it?"
"Search me" Harry rolled his eyes.
"When are you leaving?"
"I have a Portkey for next Wednesday."
"Wednesday? But that’s less than a week!"
"I know, but I guess I’ll just have to do it, no matter what."
"This sucks, mate."
"I know. If I don’t get an O after this, I swear I’ll be using some Unforgivables on some people."
The next few days passed quickly, way too quickly in Harry’s opinion, and soon he found himself at the Ministry, looking at the corkscrew on the table, his belongings in his pocket, all shrunken.
"Here goes nothing" he muttered, before taking hold of the charmed corkscrew, and letting it transport him in only a few seconds to his destination: a little French town.
From what he saw on his walk to the Malfoys’ place (Kingsley thought it would be safer for him to arrive outside the town for whatever reason), he thought it could have been England, the small cottages were no different from those they had back there. The one Malfoy and Narcissa were living in was just like the others, a simple Muggle house. The Ministry told him that he would be staying there in a spare bedroom made for him with the help of the expansion charm, until he mastered the needed level of potionmaking, practising in Malfoy's lab. Apart from this, all he knew was that Narcissa had a Muggle job helping out at a clothes shop in the town, and Draco also worked a bit from home, neither of them allowed to leave the boundaries the Ministry had set, and neither of them possessing a wand.
Narcissa greeted him when he arrived, looking as pale and tired as ever, and much to Harry’s surprise wearing a simple blouse and jeans, something he never thought he’d see her in. She showed him around the house before retreating to the living room where she was sorting through some papers, telling him that Malfoy was in his room, and that he should make himself comfortable in the his bedroom. Harry thanked her, and did as she suggested, unpacking, and quickly Flooing Ron and Ginny before lying down, hoping for a decent night’s sleep, not only so he would have all the energy he needed for next day to face Malfoy, but because he would have felt extremely embarrassed if he had woken up screaming from his nightmares like he did sometimes. Then again, a simple muffliato charm should do for the latter.
Next day he woke up feeling surprisingly fresh and well-rested, that didn't mean he was ready to study Potions. With Malfoy. In France. When he could have been at home, spending time with his friends, or just enjoying his freedom.
But then he reminded himself he needed this to get the job he wanted, so gritting his teeth, he headed downstairs to where Narcissa said the lab was, where his old nemesis was already waiting for him.
"Malfoy" he greeted him, sitting down at the table looking around. The walls were filled with shelves of books and tiny bottles, each of them full of liquids of different colours, labelled neatly. The work space however, was empty except for two cauldrons and a copy of a simple Potions schoolbook. Harry's eyes shifted towards Malfoy, who looked pretty much the same as he did the last time Harry saw him, apart from his white-blonde hair being longer, the strands escaping his elegant hair. He also seemed much thinner, Harry noticed, he must have lost at least 20 pounds, it made the boy's features much sharper and angled than they were before.
"Potter." he nodded, restraining himself from scowling, sitting down opposite to Harry. "So, I’ve heard the Chosen One may not be as perfect as everyone thought so. Problems with Potions? Seriously?"
"Shut up Malfoy!" Harry snapped. He wasn’t expecting any different, but it still angered him that the other boy was already getting under his skin.
"Whatever, Potter." Malfoy shrugged. "But then don’t expect to get anything better than a D." He smirked.
"Fine." Harry said angrily. "Just shut up about other things and let’s get on with it. I get it, I won’t pass the stupid exam without the help of perfect Draco Malfoy, who is the best Ministry-recommended tutor in the whole Wizarding world, but we’d make better progress if you actually started explaining things" he snarled.
For a moment Harry thought this would be the end, and Malfoy would stalk out, but after glaring at each other, the blonde broke the eye contact and opened the course book without any further ado, and started explaining everything, starting from the very basics. Harry soon found, that even though he would never admit it to anyone else, Malfoy was a good teacher. He cleared up some things Harry previously didn't understand; and apart from the snarky comments, he was almost patient. Well he did snap and start shouting and swearing when Harry messed up a potion even after trying several times, but still. He was way better than what Harry had expected.
Soon they developed a daily routine which consisted of going down to have breakfast on their own, avoiding each other; having a short, theoretical lesson in the morning; having lunch on their own; a longer practical lesson in the afternoon; spending time on their own; then having dinner on their own, except for when Narcissa insisted that they should sit together, which usually resulted in glares and uncomfortable silences.
But Harry was definitely improving at potions, and after all, that was what mattered. As two weeks passed, and October was drawing nearer, Harry found himself tired of arguing with Malfoy, and the other boy must have felt the same way, because all of a sudden the nasty remarks were gone, and they were actually capable of spending time in one room without wanting to kill one another. This definitely was an improvement. Malfoy would actually compliment him if he did something right, and Harry would smile at him. They didn’t try so hard to avoid each other in the time between the lessons, but actually greeted each other, and sometimes even stopped to have short conversations. Nothing too serious or deep, only little things, but this was already much better, Harry realised that Malfoy’s company was actually quite alright sometimes, now that they weren’t constantly arguing.
Weeks passed, and Harry was getting used to living there, and as now he felt more comfortable around the Malfoys, he decided it was time to change some things. He started going for walks around the town and the countryside. He spent a bit more time with Malfoy, they stayed in the lab every so often after the lessons and just talked. One evening Harry even asked Narcissa if he could cook something. They have been eating takeaway pretty much everyday, and Harry didn’t mind it, but after over a month, he had to admit it, it was getting a little repeatable, and he was craving a home-made meal.
Narcissa was surprised, but happy to let Harry work in the kitchen, so after making a quick supply run to the shop around the corner to get all the ingredients he needed for the curry, his favourite dish, he occupied the kitchen.
As he started heating the oil and chopping up the onions, the unmistakable smell of cooking filled his nose, he realised how much he missed it. Cooking was one of those things the Dursleys made him do, but he didn’t really mind it when he was making food for himself or his friends, and after seven years at Hogwarts without cooking, he enjoyed experimenting with all kinds of recipes that he learned from Muggle cook books.
He had started dicing the meat when he grew aware of someone watching him. As he looked up, he saw Malfoy standing in the doorway, watching him.
"You know, it’s not too polite to stare" he said, smirking at the boy. "And do try to be more secretive if you want to look at me." He added, grinning as he saw Malfoy blush, which was definitely something he hadn’t expected to see. Ever. But now that he did, he couldn't stop laughing, making the blonde boy blush even harder, his normally pale face was a deep shade of red. "You should see your face now!" he choked out, holding onto the counter as he tried to calm down, suppressing the laughter that was bubbling in his stomach. Malfoy just stood by the door, glaring at him, his face still flushed. "I’m just messing with you, no need to plan my death" he said with a shy grin as he finally stopped laughing, and went back to chopping the meat, but still keeping one eye on the other boy.
"I wasn’t. I never did. Plan your death, I mean." Malfoy said quietly. Harry looked up and saw that the boy's face was serious. Harry swallowed thickly and nodded, not knowing what to say, so he just kept staring at him, green eyes locked onto the pair of grey ones.
"So, do you want me to show you how to cook?" Harry broke the silence, moving to one side so Malfoy had his space at the counter, offering the boy a little smile. The blonde boy hesitated, running one hand through his hair, and chewing on his bottom lip, which caught Harry’s attention for some reason, he couldn’t explain, he looked away embarrassed, afraid of being caught staring. Malfoy made his way over to the counter. Harry carried on cutting up the meat, giving the other boy smaller tasks, explaining why he did things the way he did, and within half an hour the spicy scent of the simmering curry was filling the room. After tidying up, Harry sat down on one of the chairs, fanning himself with a piece of newspaper that was laying on the dining table, his gaze fluttering to the other boy, who was pouring himself a glass of water, before leaning back onto the counter, flushed, but this time from the heat of the cooking, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his hair messy and curly from the vapour, making the lines of his face look softer. Harry didn't even know why he thought of that, shaking his head, he stood up, and started setting the table.
"So where did you learn how to cook?" Malfoy asked him, his tone genuinely curious, something Harry still wasn’t completely used to.
"The Dursleys, you know, my foster parents made me cook for them, so I had to, but I actually always enjoyed it a bit." He shrugged.
"They made you cook for them?" Malfoy asked, sounding horrified.
"That wasn’t the worst part. I had to do all the cleaning too, I could never go anywhere. I had to pretend that I didn’t exist whenever they had guests over, and I lived in the broom closet until I was eleven."
"You lived in the broom closet?!" The blonde boy echoed, his voice raised. Harry nodded. "That’s even worse than how we used to treat our house-elves. At least they had proper bedrooms."
Harry just shrugged again, and went to serve the dinner without a word, he didn’t understand why Malfoy was so shocked by how the Dursleys have treated him, or why he cared at all. Dinner passed quietly, apart from Narcissa complimenting Harry on the curry, but otherwise they ate in a silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was just strange. He noticed Malfoy looking at him few times, but he always looked away when Harry caught him staring. When they finished eating, Harry did the washing up by magic, not wanting to spend the rest of the evening scrubbing pans, something Draco watched almost in awe, telling Harry his wand was taken by the Ministry, and how he missed using magic, how strange doing everything manually was.
They carried on talking, and walked up the stairs together, but when they stopped on the landing, instead of parting ways, Malfoy asked Harry whether he could explain Muggle technology to him, and Harry was happy to do that, so he followed the other boy into his bedroom. He was surprised to see that the room wasn’t much different from the one he was staying in, except for having more books and other bits of things. But the walls were plain white, the bed wasn’t the posh four-poster he was expecting, and wasn’t covered in Slytherin green sheets with silver lining. It was just a simple bedroom.
"What were you expecting, Potter?" Draco smirked, and Harry realised he must have been staring in shock. "This isn’t Malfoy Manor."
"I don’t know. I just thought it would be more like you."
"More like me? And what’s that like?"
"Well definitely not this" Harry said, gesturing around the room.
"Oh and you know me so well that you are positive that I loved Malfoy Manor and now couldn’t stand living somewhere that wasn’t green and grey and silver and black and full of snake-patterns" Draco snorted.
"That’s not what I… oh never mind" Harry rolled his eyes, already feeling irritated with Malfoy, but also himself for thinking that they could actually spend time together properly, without things like this. He was on the verge of walking back to his own bedroom, when he noticed that Malfoy wasn’t glaring at him, he was smirking. Harry sighed, and flopped down onto the bed next to the boy, and started telling him how toasters and TVs and computers worked. He actually enjoyed it more than he thought he would, and he was surprised to see that Malfoy wasn’t being difficult, but genuinely curious and interested, and would listen to Harry’s explanations without interrupting, only showering him with questions afterwards, a fascinated smile spreading over his face, Harry thought that Malfoy was much nicer this way, smiling, friendly, patient and interested in almost a childlike way.
They made this a regular thing, often making breakfast or dinner together, and spending hours before going to sleep talking about Muggle things, and sometimes bringing up other topics as well, and Harry realised he was starting to enjoy Malfoy’s company.
Harry was also improving in Potions, he was now able to make quite a lot of decent ones, and Malfoy was almost proud of him. However then he accidentally burned the cauldron down, causing the blonde boy to give him silent treatment and avoid him after yelling at him about being irresponsible and hopeless.
But after a day of ignoring each other they called truce, and went back to doing things together. This was when Harry realised actually how much time they spent together, and how he talked to Ron or Hermione and Ginny less and less, calling the girls late that evening, feeling guilty. Hermione told him about the lessons, and asked him questions about potions, she was happy with his progress, reminding him again how important it was, and that he needed to carry on. She then left Harry to talk to Ginny privately. They talked about school mostly, and how they missed each other, and how Harry had to go home for Christmas, because Ginny couldn’t go any longer without talking to him properly, face to face, or kissing him, or touching him, and before saying goodbye, Ginny pulled her shirt up, teasing Harry, saying all kinds of dirty words she could think of, leaving the boy with a hard-on. He was too embarrassed to wank, being separated from Malfoy by only one thin wall.
He kept thinking about Ginny, even though he didn’t call her for some time, thinking how things would be when they both got back home. Will they get married straight away? Will they have kids? And if yes, how many? He missed her, a lot, but he had to admit, these thoughts were scaring him slightly. He knew Ron and Hermione were planning on getting married and moving in together when Hermione graduated, but Harry wasn’t sure if he could imagine himself settling down already and becoming a father.
In the end he found himself in the lab, as he did quite often for some time now, deciding it was the best time to practice, trying to make some dreamless sleep for himself, but failing, which meant he could only hope for a decent night’s sleep without nightmares, even though he knew it was unlikely.
He did seem to have less nightmares than before, but now when he did, they were the worst ever, and he would wake up screaming, and couldn’t go back to sleep properly afterwards, and would be stressed and irritable all day. He just really hoped Malfoy never heard him screaming, embarrassed even by the thought of it. One night he felt two unfamiliar firm hands shaking him awake, and a voice, unsure yet steady telling him to breathe, and how it only had been a dream, and finally when Harry was calm enough, handing him a vial of dreamless sleep, he thought he never could have been more thankful, even though he was indeed extremely embarrassed.
Malfoy gave him dreamless sleep and that was all that mattered, because he slept until 1 PM next day, and when he woke up, he feels much better than other mornings, except for the sadness and anger that lingered from the nightmare, but he was used to that. He didn’t even want to get up from bed, he wanted to just stay there and disappear, somehow slip into nonexistence. It was mostly on the days after his nightmares, but sometimes even on just ordinary days, that he thought of what it would have been like to stay dead. He knew some people would have missed him, but with the Horcrux in him destroyed, the world didn’t need him anymore. And it wasn’t bad, it didn’t hurt at all, Sirius had been right, he didn’t feel anything. It didn’t really feel like being dead. It didn’t feel like anything to be honest. But he came back, even though he wasn’t sure he should have.
He decided to go and tell Malfoy that he wasn’t in the mood to study, but he didn’t find the boy in his bedroom or the lab or anywhere else. Or at least anywhere he was expecting to find him, he realised why as he entered the kitchen, there stood Malfoy he was cooking something by the stove, it smelt amazing. The smell of cinnamon mixed with apples and something sweet filled Harry's nose.
"Hi." he said quietly, stopping in the doorway.
"Hey," Malfoy looked up to greet him. "You look like shit" he informed him. Harry snorted. He didn’t need Malfoy to tell him that. He felt like shit. "I’m making you food. Sit."
"What? Harry looked up at him, shocked, unsure if he heard him right. Malfoy was making him breakfast. Malfoy. For him. How did this even happen? And why?
"Can’t you ever do just one thing you’re asked for?" The blonde boy asked, rolling his eyes. "Are you really that much of a rebel?" He asked, as he watched Harry sit down, still dazed, he smiled. His voice was softer than the usual, and Harry couldn't understand why. He continued to stare at the blonde boy in complete shock, until the latter lets out a soft chuckle, and told him to stop staring at him with his mouth open. Harry felt his cheeks grow warm in embarrassment, and he mumbled something Malfoy couldn't quite make sense of. Harry dropped his gaze to the table, and toyed with the spoon. He runhis hand through his hair which was messier than usual, he didn’t even try to comb it as he was planning to go back to bed. He felt Malfoy's eyes on him. Harry turned his head to meet the blonde boy's gaze just as Malfoy turned away.
Malfoy sat down opposite to Harry, handing him his breakfast and a cup of coffee, he himself only drinking tea.
They sat in silence, the blonde watching Harry eat.
"We don’t have to study today" he said, breaking the silence. Harry just nodded, still confused by the boy’s kindness, and carried on eating. As he finished, he watched Malfoy sipping his tea, gazing out of the window. He looked different, Harry thought, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on the difference, the only thing he noticed was that his hair was messier than usual. That couldn’t have made such a big difference, it was more than that. It was something about his whole face, all of his features. But mostly his eyes. His eyes were definitely different, no longer cold and distant, but almost soft. Harry watched his eyes fixed on the garden outside, the shape of the window reflected in the sliver greyness. The practically white eyelashes around his eyes. His pale, porcelain-like skin. The pointiness of his nose. The pinkness of his lips, that for once weren’t frowning. His perfect jawline. The way his shoulder length hair fell onto his shoulders. Harry thought he was beautiful. He felt weird had just thought that, but as he continued to look at the boy, he couldn’t help but admit it. He also couldn't help but notice how his heart was hammering in his chest. He tore his gaze away from the boy and looked back down at the table. What was wrong with him? Why was he finding Malfoy attractive? He swallowed hard, allowing himself another glance at the boy. He noticed the longing in his eyes, the sadness on his face, and he realised, Malfoy must be missing being outdoors. Of course he must miss being outside! He had been in the house arrest for over a year.
Harry couldn't stop thinking how terrible it must be, not being able to go out, and within a minute the idea pops in his mind. He stood up abruptly and told Malfoy he’d be back in a sec. He rushed up to the bedroom and called Kingsley on the Floo, begging him to allow Malfoy leave the house with him, explaining what a great teacher he was, and telling the Minister that he trusted him. He didn’t actually realise all of this before he said it out loud, but it was true. He trusted Malfoy, especially after he gave Harry dreamless sleep and made him breakfast. He deserved something good. Harry was really pleased with himself when Kingsley permitted him to open the doors and go somewhere with Malfoy. He had to make him a promise that he’d look out for the blonde and would be careful, which Harry promised he would. He quickly packed few things and rushed back down to the kitchen.
Malfoy looked up startled as Harry re-entered the kitchen, his expression soon turning to shock, as Harry told him to get up because they were going out.
"What do you mean ‘out’?" He asked, looking at Harry in confusion.
"I talked to Kingsley" Harry shrugged, as if it was nothing, already making his way to the door, unlocking it, and casting several counter spells that would let Draco out as well. The blonde boy followed him, still shocked and surprised, but as he stepped outside and inhaled the fresh air and felt the breeze tug at his hair, he just closed his eyes and let a smile spread across his face. Gosh, how he had missed this. Harry stood looking at him, smiling, thinking how gorgeous Malfoy looked with the strands of blonde hair flowing around his face. No. He wasn’t gorgeous, Harry thought, feeling angry with himself, feeling like his thoughts were betraying him.
"There’s a beach a few miles from here" Draco spoke up.
"Are you suggesting we go there?" Harry asked, snapping out of his thoughts.
"thought that was obvious" Draco smirked, and Harry grinned at him as they set off. They walked in silence, until Draco spoke again. "Thanks. For taking me out." He said quietly. Harry looked up at him. "And everything" the boy carried on. "Testifying for my mother. Saving my life in that room."
Harry didn’t say anything for a few moments. The situation was so strange, Malfoy sounded so honest and so vulnerable, and he just didn’t quite know what to say.
"I did what I thought had to be done." He said in the end. "And… I never thought you deserved Azkaban." He added after a pause, avoiding Malfoy’s eyes. "You saved me too, at the Manor."
"I should have done more" the blonde boy whispered. "I was a coward. I still am. I should have helped." The words spilled out of Draco, no louder than the wind whistling in their ears, and if Harry hadn’t seen his lips moving, he wouldn’t have believed that he heard what he heard. He watched the boy’s face, noticing the way his eyes were shining, tears flooding them. "I deserved all they planned for me at the trial. You should have left me there, but I guess you can’t stop yourself from saving people’s lives, even if you hate them." He said, a sad smile on his face, Harry found it heart wrenching. He swallowed thickly, once again lost for words. He wanted to tell him that it wasn’t true, that he didn’t deserve to be punished, that he didn’t hate him. He wanted to squeeze his hand and tell him it was okay. But he didn’t, instead he kept quiet, and carried on walking.
Neither of them said anything on the rest of the way to the beach. It was quite a long walk, they both stopped to catch their breaths as they arrived at the end of the cliff from where the carved steps led down to the beach. Harry had been going out for strolls around the area, but he felt a little exhausted after the walk, and Draco, who had been indoors for ages was clutching his side, but it was definitely worth it.
The view was beautiful, the sun was just starting to set, tainting the sky pink and orange, the warm light reflecting on the surface of the water, the white cliffs and the pale sand on the shore making the picture perfect. It was breezy, but not too much, just enough to ripple the surface of the ocean and to catch in their hair.
They made their way down to the beach, Harry spread out the blankets he brought with him, before sitting down, Malfoy following him, they sat down, watching the sky together.
"I miss Sirius." Harry suddenly blurted out, not even knowing why he said it, regretting it immediately.
"Your godfather?" Malfoy asked, not looking at him, messing around with a stick he found in the sand. Harry nodded, and lied back on the blanket.
"He and Remus were the only people who made me feel like-" He took sharp intake of breath. "-like I still had a piece of my parents with me" he sighed. He didn’t know why he was telling Malfoy this, but he couldn't stop himself. As the blonde boy seemed genuinely curious, Harry carried on talking, telling him about third year, how he met Sirius, and about Peter Pettigrew, and the Marauders Map, and about the Order of the Phoenix, and everything Sirius told him about his parents. Malfoy listened intensely, asking questions every so often, being very careful not to cross the boundaries.
"I’m sorry they aren’t around anymore." Malfoy simply said when Harry stopped talking. He tilted his head to the side, looking at Malfoy’s face, studying his expression, but he couldn't see anything except for honesty and sadness, and something slightly even like an affection. He felt like crying, but he didn't want to cry in front of the other boy. He knew he should feel angry, after all if Malfoy hadn’t let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, if his father hadn’t been there at the Department of Mysteries, Sirius and Remus could still be have been alive, but that’s too many ‘if’s. Harry thought of asking Malfoy what his intentions actually were, or something, but he chose to keep silent.
"I’m going swimming" he announced after laying around for a while, he stood up, already taking his shirt off.
"Are you crazy? It must be minus twenty down there°C!" Draco exclaimed, sitting up.
"Yeah, sure, minus two hundred." Harry chuckled. "Chill Malfoy ." Harry rolled his eyes, shucking his jeans as well, making his way to the water, ignoring the feeling of the other boy’s eyes on him.
"Come back here you prat, I don't fancy being framed for your death. It’s dark and it’s cold and you will drown. We can come back here tomorrow and then you can do whatever you want." Malfoy called after him, making Harry laugh.
"If you are so worried about me, come with me" he snorted, stepping into the water, leaning down and splashing it over his body, before carrying on walking deeper into the water. He was in knee-deep when Malfoy caught up with him, stopping at the side of the water. Harry went in even deeper, looking back and shooting a grin at Malfoy. "You better take that shirt off if you want to rescue me when I drown."
The blonde boy just stood there shaking his head as Harry carried on, the water was now up to his shoulders. He couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the fully clothed Malfoy standing on the beach, and suddenly an idea crossed his mind. What if he faked drowning? Would Malfoy really rush to rescue him? He grinned in anticipation, before going in a bit deeper, and pretending to drown, yelling for help, and sure enough, the blonde was there beside him within seconds, his hands around Harry’s waist.
"You idiot" Malfoy said angrily, letting go of Harry when the brunette burst out laughing.
"And you said I’m the one with a saving people's lives-problem." Harry choked out, still shaking from laughter, clutching his stomach with his arms.
"You’re such an imbecile! We could have both lost our footing! I thought you were really drowning." he sneered, and splashed Harry with water. The other boy splashed him back immediately, still laughing, and soon enough Draco was laughing too. They were splashing each other madly, trying to get away from one another, making their way to the beach.
"Scared?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow as they reached the dry land, still breathless from laughing, clutching each other.
"You wish." Draco smirked, and chased Harry back to the blankets, ending up on top of Harry, kneeling between the boy’s legs, holding his hands down above his head. "Feeling defeated, Potter? Did I just defeat the Great Harry Potter?
"As if I’d let you." Harry said, wrapping his legs around Malfoy's waist. He knocked the boy over, straddling him, with a triumphant grin, which died down as soon as their eyes met. Until now, Harry didn’t quite realise how close they were, only a few inches between their faces. He was starting to feel uncomfortable, and dropped his gaze, but if anything, this made things worse, as he found himself staring at Malfoy’s chest, his white shirt sticking to his body, the wetness making it almost see-through, the boy’s lean muscles and his hardened nipples visible to Harry, making him blush. What was wrong with him? It was the third time that day that he found the boy extremely attractive.
"Potter…" Malfoy spoke up, sounding a little embarrassed, as he shifted underneath him. Harry didn't get it for a moment, but then he realises he had an unmistakable hardness in his pants, and it was pressing right into the blonde boy’s thigh.
"Shit, I’m sorry, I just…" he stammered, as he stood up as fast as he could.
"Stop, it’s okay. It’s a normal reaction, I guess, I mean you’ve been away from your girlfriend, and…" Malfoy trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished, avoiding looking at Harry, who was also avoiding looking anywhere near the other boy. "Let’s go home. Or do you want me to go and you can just stay here, think of your lovely girlfriend, jerk off, and meet me back at the house" Draco said, picking their stuff up, his words making Harry blush even harder.
"I’m… I’ll be alright" Harry managed to say. Malfoy snorts.
"For Merlin’s sake, just stay here, and follow me back when you-" "fuck, just take care of yourself, Potter!" With that said, Malfoy was already turning his back to Harry.
"You are wet. You’ll catch a cold." Harry said desperately, not wanting to make this situation any awkward, which he probably was doing anyway.
"Well then cast a drying charm on me, will you?!" Malfoy looked angry. Why was he like that? He was sneering at Harry, Harry felt like they were back at Hogwarts and Malfoy was about to make one of his snarky comments that always boiled Harry's blood. "You are the one with a wand, you arse!" He rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed huff. "if you are so concerned about my health then do it." he snapped, and Harry obeyed. As soon as he did, the blonde haired boy turned around and left in a rush without saying another word. What was wrong with him? Why did he get so pricky about all of this?!
He left Harry there on the beach. On his own. With a bulge in his pants. Still painfully pressing to his trousers.
He tried to think of Ginny, he really did, but he couldn’t help it, his thoughts drifted back to earlier that day, Malfoy’s hair flowing in the breeze, and Harry remembered how much he wanted to run his hands through it. The closeness of the boy made his body shiver, his angular face, his soft silver eyes, his flat yet arousing chest… oh Merlin, he felt like he could melt away just thinking of him, however weird it is, and however guilty he felt about not thinking of Ginny. What the fresh hell?! Malfoy was a boy! Harry wasn't gay for crying out loud! How the hell was he getting of to the thoughts of Malfoy?
The next few days passed in their usual routine, making breakfast together, Potions theory, having lunch together, brewing, making dinner together, and talking about Muggle things until it’s time for bed. Neither of them mentioned the day at the beach, and Harry was thankful for that, but he couldn’t stop thinking back to that very day, and what it felt like to be that close to Malfoy. He kept thinking back, and would often get distracted from doing whatever he was just by looking at Malfoy, or listening the way he talked about Potions, with such enthusiasm, or the excitement on his face when he showed Harry a book on Muggle things and told him how he finally understood how something worked, and it dawned on him, that he was growing more and more attracted to him.
It wasn’t just his looks that made Harry want to press the other boy to the wall and snog him senseless, though he didn’t even try to deny how his soft platinum hair and silver eyes drove him crazy, but it was his whole personality. The way he was nice to Harry now, always, but still kept teasing him, and Harry would tease back, and sometimes it occurred him that it felt almost like they were flirting or something. Or how patient and serious he could be as a teacher. Or how clever and intelligent he was, almost like Hermione, but in a different way. Or how he enjoyed just small things, like walking out into the garden when the sun was shining, or finding a new book among his mother’s belongings that he could read, or a nice meal they made together. How honest he could be sometimes. How passionate he would get if he was talking about something that was important to him. How similar his sense of humour was to Harry’s. He felt like they could be friends, like actual friends, who would stay in contact and have fun together even when they weren’t locked up in a small cottage in France together to study Potions. But real friends. And maybe even more, because Harry wanted to touch him again, to feel his soft skin, or his silky looking hair. Malfoy was driving Harry crazy, and he couldn’t do anything about it.
After another week or so Draco told him that he was doing well enough to pass his NEWTs easily, and they decided to go down to the beach once again, before Christmas. They spent the whole day there, taking a basket of food, they swam, but only a bit because the water was much colder by now, they talked and laughed and talked even more, about school, about their childhoods, about Quidditch, anything they thought of. Harry couldn't imagine his life without the blonde boy by now. He thought of how hard it will be for him to leave this bastard. How hard will it be to say goodbye to all their memories. Forget about all that they have accomplished and of course, about the whole attraction thing. Harry didn't even know if maybe he allowed himself do what his mind, and other parts of his body, told him to do, then would he discover something about himself. He found his mind drifting off to this idea while he stared at the blonde looking up to the sky.
As the sky grew darker, covered in thousands of sparkling spots, bright and shining like diamonds, scattered all over the sheet of the night, they lay back on their blankets, and Malfoy started to point the constellations out to Harry, saving his favourite one, his own one, the dragon for last. His voice proud as he told the boy next to him which one it was, which Harry found adorable, and returned the boy’s smirk with a grin of his own. Their eyes met for longer than they have ever held each other's gaze. It was like looking at the other's soul through them, finally seeing the real version of the person they never got the chance to get to know better. Harry wanted to kiss Malfoy. He wanted to throw his arms around the boy and press their lips together. He didn't. Whether it was because he was scared of what would happen if he did or he was scared of what he would become if he made this move. Harry turned his face towards the ground. The moment was ruined.
Sometime after staying quiet for a while, they started to talk about more serious things, and Malfoy told Harry how he didn’t want to kill Dumbledore, and how he only realised then that his parents were wrong, and how all he wanted before was to make his father proud. How he did everything afterwards just so Voldemort wouldn’t kill his parents. How terrible it was to let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, but how he had no other choice if he wanted his parents to live. What it was like to live at Malfoy Manor with the Dark Lord. How he wanted to just apparate somewhere where no one knew him and there were no expectations he had to live up to, no war, no pain, no suffering. How he felt like a coward but still didn’t do anything.
Harry saw the tears shining on Malfoy's cheeks, in the moonlight, as he got to the end of his story, and without thinking, he wrapped his arm around the boy, pulling him close to himself. Malfoy instantly pulled back as if Harry's touch burned him. He mumbled something about not wanting to be pitied and knowing that he was a coward and a bad person but he wanted to change, and Harry didn’t know what to say, so he just sat there beside him.
Later they lay down on their blankets, and fell asleep next to each other under the starry sky.
When Harry woke up, to the first rays of sunshine stroking his skin, he found himself wrapped around Malfoy's arms, their bodies pressed together. He stayed in those arms for a while, enjoying the warmth that came from Draco's, not Malfoy's, body. Oh how much he wanted to stay here forever and just breath this air, go for long walks, talk to Draco, discover himself, get away from all the stress that England and people there caused him. But he couldn't do it. He felt too obligated to be the man everyone expected him to be. He couldn't just disappear and stay here with the blonde. It would be mad. Besides, he had his friends in England, his girlfriend, probably soon to be wife. He wanted to have a family and a job that he enjoyed, the job that would make him feel more human than just the Savour of Wizarding World. He had to go back home, no matter how much his heart was begging him to stay here and try losing himself in the unknown, something that didn't feel quite possible and normal, in something that was as exciting as scary. Just trying to be happy without all the shit that was going to await for him in London. Harry got up from under the blanket and Draco's arms carefully, making sure he wouldn’t wake the other boy up. He conjured a piece of parchment and a quill, with a deep sigh he started writing a letter. He knew he wasn’t the best with words, especially when they were goodbyes, and writing it all down helped, he could say all the things he could never say face to face. He could thank Draco and promise him he’d talk to Kingsley and find a way for him to come back to England. At least that's what Harry wanted. If he couldn't stay here he wanted to hold on to this unexpected friendship in any way he could. He wrote how he’d wait for Draco, and would want to see him, when he did come back to WIzarding World where Harry would be. Harry realised how much he's going to miss Draco, his smile, his snaky comments, the lessons with him, their midnight or morning walks to the beach, their inside jokes, their conversations, Draco's eyes that at some point became everything Harry could think of, just Draco Malfoy in general, still the same git, but trying to become better.
Harry rolled up his blanket and put it back into the basket along with all of the other scattered bits, and put the letter on top. He looked down at the boy below him, and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek, feeling the soft skin underneath his lips and smelling the scent he will never be able to get out of his mind, he didn't realise when a warm tear run down his cheek. He shook himself from the trans he was in. Before he got up to his feet and head back to Malfoy's house and then the town to take his Portkey back to London, he took one last look at Draco sleeping peacefully on the beach, Harry once again couldn't breath. If he never again got the chance to see this idiot, he didn't know if he would ever feel understood and complete as much as he did in Draco's presence. He could only hope for the best.
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FYI SUPER LONG POST! You have be warn, but still show it some love. okay!
OKAY!!! Super excited!!! Cause 1 this is the LAST ONE I have before I open my ships again. 2 I LOVE doing my “triple threats” with BTS. Okay cause after Super Junior, BTS is my bias group (no thanks to my friend who ask me to go to their concert, literally I went to their concert & became a fan of them because I saw them live.)
This person sent me the request via messaging ... She requested Selca, Written & Astrology.
When people request all 3 ships this is how I do them.
1st : Selca - To me easiest ones you can do. I base it on looks & vibe.
2nd: Written - How person describes his/herself looks & personalities. The more details the better. JUST DON’T START WRITING YOUR AUTOBIOGRAPHY. *lol*
3rd: Astrology - This take me the longest to do because especially if I have to compare DOB. And I have to check astrology signs for the members, which at this point I have some memorized, but some I don’t.
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DOB: DAY/MONTH/YEAR
I'm 5'4, slim thick/hourglass figure (a uk size 8 but my breast are +DD and my waist is 24 inches so it gets hidden by my boobs a lot which is honestly kind of annoying), I have brown eyes, and naturally dark brown hair buts its bleached platinum blonde and its shoulder length.
I am a ambivert. I can be outgoing when a want but its usually around people i'm comfortable around or familiar surroundings. but I can also be quite withdrawn and shy especially around someone I like. I have social anxiety which makes me a lot more quiet around new people or in situations which involve public speaking (I even start shaking because my anxiety levels spike so high). I love music and am always singing. I can't dance but I really love dancing and at one point wanted to be a dancer but I never really got a chance to take any lessons or anything so...yeah. I'm a creative person so I enjoy art such as drawing and painting when I feel motivated to. I love love love reading my favourite book is probably The hobbit by Tolkien. tbh i'm interested in anything that tickles my fancy. I'm a huge nerd! Anime, memes, vines, manga, video games I love it all. My fave video games are interactive ones like Tomb Raider, Outlast, Uncharted, Dead Space, etc. I'm studying History and Archaeology at Uni and museums are my second home. Although I am quite soft spoken and kind hearted (I literally cry if something on tv is heart-warming or sad like if a dad and his son have a heart to heart and hug or something) BUT I am also outspoken. My BS meter is low so if someone is chatting shit about something i don't agree with such a racism. sexism, homophobia, xenophobia, men staring or harassing women or girl, etc I have to say something. I just can't sit there and let it be. I am quite outdoorsy I love working out, running, martial arts, football, etc. I grew up going football club and taking karate and MMA so I've always been pretty active. also lowkey i'm a huge tree-hugger (literally and mentally) I once bumped into a tree and hugged it and said sorry....I studied Geography in High school and sixth form so i'm very passionate about the environment, animals, etc. P.S. I LOOOVE ANIMALS mainly cats overall I am a huge sucker for animals. I'm also a older sibling so i'm quite protective of the ones I love and literally would do anything for them or to protect them. I have insomnia so i'm a night owl but I've always been like that I usually only sleep for about 4-5 hours and i'm good to go. I love having deep conversations late at night with my sister, thinking about trippy things like what the meaning of life is and if aliens exist or if planet of the apes actually happened and what would we do? I also really enjoy movies; mainly horror movies even though they scare the shit out of me, I still watch them. Also i'm all about girls supporting girls. Girl power all the way. I also south Asian so desi culture is also very important and very prominent in the way I behave. I usually speak a mixture of Urdu and English in my sentences as opposed to just speaking one language at a time. I really love languages so i'm also learning Korean and i'm studying latin at Uni. i think that's all.....i'm pretty sure i left something out but it feels like I've been typing for years so i'm going to stop now...soz if this is a lot. also i wrote this as fast as i can so i apologise for the spelling and grammar mistakes
Damn ... I didn’t know how much you wrote until I copied & pasted on the post . *lol* ... It didn’t seem that long when I was reading it. Ok, so I put in bold stuff that stood out to me ok.
FYI shout to all the girls w/ big boob problems ... I have the same issue it is really annoying. I joke w/ my friend all the time that I would give her half of my boobs / body fat cause she is skinny a flat . *lmao*
I can’t help myself so I will make some comments ... I am the same way, I can’t sing or dance (even though I am Latina) but I do it anyways because ever sine I was little I love music & boy groups. So I will keep on doing me. I have a great work environment that we do that at work sometimes too. I’m not a talented in the arts what so ever. But I have always loved and appreciated them.
That is so interesting that you are studying that in Uni. History has always been my favorite subject, quiet a nerd when it comes to almost got a perfect score on my state test when I was in school (fyi I hated school but I liked learning). Not many people study that in Uni/College.
The tree incident made me laugh so much ... Again your not alone cause I sure do have a picture when I was on a high school trip of me hugging a tree. *lmao*
The meaning of life, is different for everyone. We can’t have functioning society without everyone doing their own part. Everyone life means something, no life is great than another life.
Aliens do exist. Our universe is so big for just the human race to exist. Also I grew up watching Star Trek and I like watching Doctor Who.
If planets of the apes happen I would die.
When I read “girl power” literally said it like Spice Girls with the peace sign & everything …
Okay I will shut up now & get to the ships …
Western Sign: Pisces Eastern Sign: Tiger “Ideal” Partners for Pisces: Cancer and Scorpio “Ideal” Partners for Tiger: Horse and Dog
BTS Selca – JHope (Aquarius / Dog)
BTS Written – RM (Virgo / Dog)
BTS Astrology – Suga (Pisces / Rooster)
Western – Suga
Eastern – RM & Jhope
Comparing DOB Suga matched better, followed by Hobi a close second and then Namjoon.
Shout out to V who came in 2nd place on my Selca & Written.
Stray Kids Selca – Hyunjin (Pisces / Dragon)
Stray Kids Written – Lee Know (Scorpio / Tiger)
Stray Kids Astrology – Lee Know (Scorpio / Tiger)
Western – Lee Know & Hyunjin
Eastern – Lee Know
And NO I didn’t plan it like this it sort of just happen. And yea it is a lil freaky that Astrology ships kinda had the answers to Selca & Written … For Stray Kids couldn’t find much of their personality or ideal type so I kinda based it on hobbies more than anything. Probably has the years go by & they do more interviews and stuff, I can better match them with people.
Hope you like your results.
And let me know what y’all think!
#Kpop#Kpop Ships#KPop Selca Ships#Kpop Written Ships#Kpop Astrology Ships#Kpop Astrology#Selca Ships#BTS#BTS Selca Ships#BTS Astrology#BTS Astrology Ships#Stray Kids Ships#Stray Kids#Stray Kids Astrology#Stray Kids Astrology Ships#Pisces#Tiger#Horse#Dog#Cancer#Scorpio#Lee Know#Hyunjin#RM#JHope#Suga#Tae#V#Namjoon#Yoongi
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A flower for every petal [1]
A/N: Sooo this is my first fic like ever! I hope you like it and if you do, let me know if you want me to tag you :) P. S. english is not my native language, so if there are some grammar mistakes I apologise haha
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The wind was strong that morning. Only sound breaking the silence on this, unusually, still street, was the angirly roaring wind. They said that the big storm is coming tonight and mother nature is preparing us for that.
For Iris, London was always such a depressing city, she for sure didn't like it here, never knowing why. So many unhappy people, lost souls that are just trying to go back to the right path, afraid of a little bit of risking. She wanted an adventure. She wanted to travel the world. But she knew well-enough that that's not going to happen any time soon, so she had to deal with that, that's what her mother used to tell her.
But on this particular day, it was even sadder. Everything seemed to be in black and white, like other colors didn't exist. The sky was so gray and misty, it almost looked like it was about to cry, his tears representing drops of rain. She never liked rainy days, or even worse, storms. It always reminded her of her lonliness and how she didn't have anybody by her side. Her family was far away, all of her friends and people from hometown had probably already forgotten her, and she was nostalgic. She missed her home, the happiest and safest place on this planet.
She tried to light her cigarette, but the damn wind wouldn't let her do it, so she put her hand up to protect a little flame that was coming out of her lighter. After few more attempts, getting even more annoyed, maybe by the fact that she was already so late to her first lecture, or maybe by the fact that it was so cold outside and she had to walk to university, she finally succeeded and shoved her lighter back in the bag. She took a long drag before continuing her 20 minutes walk to university, cursing the fact that she still doesn't have a car or someone to drive her there.
After few minutes of walking the rain started. Great, that's exactly what she needed at that moment. She instantly hurried up and threw her jeans jacket on her head, to protect herself from wetting her hair.
When she arrived at the university, after what seemed like forever, she started fast walking towards her classroom. She could only imagine how she looked like, and in every way was negative. Her hair was probably a mess, so she quickly combed it with her hands, trying to make it seem less bad, and then wiping her a little bit smudged mascara, as she mentally prepared for judgemental looks when she walks in almost more than half an hour late.
She entered the lecture, murmirng a little 'sorry I'm late' under her breath, and quickly taking her seat in the first free chair that she saw. Some students whispered something looking at her, probably gossiping, and the teacher just sighed and continued talking.
After some time of trying to focus on the actual words that the proffesor was talking about, but failing miserably, and then giving up, the class has finally finished. She packed her things and quickly exited the classroom, rushing into the hall of uni.
The hall was crowded with students, some with their friends, talking, laughing, and some alone just walking or sitting and reading their books.
She stopped walking when she saw a big poster on noticeboard that had big "Queen" written on it. It said that they are perfoming at the local pub on Saturday night.
"You coming?", someone said behind her back, snapping her from her thoughts and scaring her. She turned around and saw a young man with big, curly, hair and beautiful smile looking at her, then at the poster. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you", he said nervously, noticing her scared expression on face.
"Oh no, I just wasn't expecting anybody that's all", she smiled truthfully and he nodded. "And, uhm, I don't think I'll come. Don't wanna go alone.", she shrugged her shoulders.
"I think you should come, they are pretty good, you'll have fun", very familiar curly boy, that she thinks she shares a class with, told her smirking.
"I suppose that you've seen them play, when you say that like it is a fact?", she laughed.
"Well tehnically, yes", he nodded smiling, "I am in the band, a guitarisst", he said proudly and she raised her brow. "Oh yes, and I'm Brian by the way", he hold his hand to shake and she took it, still smiling.
"I am Iris, nice to meet you guitarisst", she smirked sarcastically.
"So you coming or not? I would love to see you there", she put her index finger on her chin, pretending like she's thinking about it and he laughed, "Oh come on, why not? You won't be alone, I'll be there"
"Well I don't know you, for all I know you could kill me there", she joked and he scoffed at that, "I'll see, but probably won't come"
"Okay, but have this incase you've changed your mind", he gave her a piece of paper, that probably had the address of the pub or his phone number, "Goodbye Iris", and then he left.
She stood there looking at him leaving, thinking about the offer he gave her.
It was the Saturday afternoon, she was cleaning her apartment from the mess she made over the week, when she accidentally found that piece of paper that that Brian guy gave her the other day. She had totally forgotten about it. It was this Saturday. She looked over her clock and it was 7:17pm, she had an hour to get ready. She bit her lower lip, thinking about it.
Was it good idea going there alone? But if she didn't go, she would probably regret that, always thinking about what-if.
Fuck it, she thought to herself, throwing her cleaning gloves, making her way to the bathroom.
She wanted an adventure, this is the closest thing to the adventure that she can get.
After 20 minutes of showering, she did her makeup and styled her hair the way she wanted it to be. The cab arrived and she started her way to the pub, feeling anxious.
She never liked going anywhere alone, even though she lived alone. The irony of that. She always wanted company in anything she was doing, even if it was just going to the market or just walking around town, and this lonliness was killing her. Not that she wanted to admit that, but deep down she knew that.
Her thoughts were interrupted when cab stopped, giving her money to the awfully quiet driver, and then turning towards the pub. Outside of the pub was suprisingly crowded, so she could just imagine what was inside. Surprised that this band was so popular, she entered the pub, scent of smoke and alcohol hitting her right in the face.
There were a lot of people, and she immediately regreted coming here alone, but she for sure didn't have intention on going back home. She sighed, making her way to the front place so she could have a better look at the band. She thought about Brian, if he would be happy that she came, but then quickly realised that he had probably forgot about her and that it was just a stupid thought.
Some people were talking, some people were already drunk, some people were making out, and some people were alone there, just like her. She felt a relief that she wasn't the only one, miserable. Lights went off and the crowd started yelling. First row were just girls, clothed in small pieces, big enough to cover the most vulgar parts of their bodies, and Iris rolled her eyes at them. They were groupies. There's nothing wrong with being a groupie, she just couldn't stand them. She looked at what she decided to wear and her body, feeling a little anxious. All of these girls were so much prettier then her. She was an average looking girl, with average body. And they were all like models, beautiful and smoking hot.
Her thoughts were interrupted by four young men filling in the stage. They had huge, wide, smiles on their faces as they were looking at the crowd infront of them. The crowd wasn't huge, but for a small band full of young students, it was more than enough. The lead singer, who she learned was named Freddie, had black fluffy hair, then there was Brian with his guitar, and two unknown guys. One with fluffy brown hair with his guitar, or bass, she couldn't tell, and then the blonde behind his drums. The blonde looked chaotic, he had angry look on his face, only one not smiling at the crowd. He just took his drumsticks in his hands, swirling them anxiously, waiting for Freddie to stop talking so they could start playing.
She knew that she was staring at him, but she just couldn't keep her eyes off of him. It's like he felt her deep gaze at him and he looked her right in the eyes, unfazed by it. She didn't know what had gotten into her, but she was confident enough that she didn't look away, and got even more confident when she noticed that he didn't look away either, sending him a flirty and playful wink. In response he just licked his lips, before the first song began and he focused on playing his drums.
The way he looked when he was playing his drums, with that chaotic blonde hair falling everywhere, with his button up shirt that was unbuttoned showing off his bare sweaty chest, turned her on. She bit her lip at the thought of him. Now and then, he would look for her in the crowd, and when his eyes finally found hers, he would send her a seductive smirk.
After several songs, the band, had finished their gig for tonight. Freddie thanked the small audience as they all clapped their hands, because truth to be told- they were wonderful. Probably the best show she had ever attended, they had the most breath taking energy. Everybody did their parts perfectly. Freddie's voice stood out the most, this band is going places.
She decided to sit down at the bar, who could know that dancing, singing and having this much fun could be so exhausting? She thought to herself. Or maybe she just got so used to boring life of just studying and doing nothing over the days that she forgot how it felt to loosen up sometimes.
It took her some time to try and avoid, now very drunk people, praying to get home safely, when she finally saw the bar. She looked over and saw a free chair. She sat at the high chair by the bar, looking through her purse for the pack of cigarettes, and when she finally found them she realized that she had forgotten her lighter. She sighed, with cigarette between her plump red lips as she continued trying to find a lighter, even though she knew that it wasn't there. She cursed under her breath.
"Here ya go", she heard a soft male voice next to her speak, making her jump from her seat a little bit. _Can people stop scaring her like that?_She thought to herself. She looked up and there he was, the drummer from the band, standing infront of her, grinning and before she had any chance to reply to him he had lit her cigarette, that was still between her lips, his big ocean blue eyes never living her deep green eyes. She just sat there, feeling her cheeks turning red, she blushed and that rarely ever happened, and seeing that made him smirk.
"Thank you", she said, shyly, trying to cover up the fact that she had just blushed at him, puffing the smoke from her cigar.
"No problem, love.", he said still smirking at her. It made her feel tingly, and she didn't like that feeling at all. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes, picturing things he could do to her. The way his eyes focused on hers, then, as she puffed smoke, he would focus on her lips, but then, again, on her eyes. He still looked sweaty from his gig, hair sticking on his neck and forehead. That made him look even hotter, If that's possible.
Stop being so fucking horny and stop imaging things Iris.
"You don't look like a type of girl to be here, or to smoke too. ", firstly he pointed at the place they were in and then at cigarette in her hand, lighting his that was between his lips. She was taken aback by his statment, making a weird face in confusion.
She raised her eyebrow at him. "What's that suppoused to mean asshole?", she said with bitterness behind her words, not caring if the nickname she gave him would offend him in any way. And it didn't.
He chuckled. "Easy there, love. I was just saying. You're new here, I've never seen you before.", he said as he raised his hand so bartender could notice him. "Want something? It's on me", he winked and she rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head no in response, as he murmured 'why not'.
"I don't drink", she said taking his lighter of the table, without asking for it, and lighting a new one.
"See? Told ya you don't look like a type of girl to be here. You just proved me right. ", he smirked and she rolled her eyes, again. "But, I must say, you're a one hell of a smoker"
The more he talks, the more she regrets thinking about him in the way she was while he was performing. She found him really annoying and wanted him to leave.
"What can I say? We all have our addictions", she raised her eyebrows dramaticly and he laughed at this shaking his head and murming little 'I guess you're right', before she spoke again. "And by the way, what if I'm not new here and you just haven't noticed me before? I mean, you have a lot of fans here. Especially girls, I mean you couldn't possibbly notice every girl that enters this place, now could you?", she stated matter-of-factly, pointing at all the girls that were now looking at them, making angry faces at her for taking their 'man', and a little bit of sarcasm behind her words, but not too much.
"Oh, trust me, I would notice. ", the bantender interrupted his words as he gave him what he had ordered, this misterious drummer drinking whatever liqour in one shot, and then continuing, "Ugh, rough. ", he laughed, "Where was I, oh yes. Trust me I would notice a smoking hot girl like you anywhere. I have seen the way you looked at me while I was playing, and I would lie if I told you that that didn't turn me on just a little bit", his voice turned into whisper as he was now close to her ear, sending shivers down her spine. But of course, she wouldn't admit that and feed his, already, big ego.
She snorted at his cockiness, rolling her eyes, for the, probably, hundreth time tonight. "Don't even bother drummer boy, I know what you're doing. I know the guys like you, I have dated them. That's what devils look and sound like", he laughed at this biting his lower lip. That turned her on even more_._
"Oh really? So what am I doing, misterious girl? Hm? Tell me", he is still whispering, and that amused her a little too much. She didn't know where was her confidence coming from, but she liked this version of her, not afraid of saying wrong thing, being relaxed. Maybe it's the fact that this night, she felt so good after such a long time that she just didn't care. It was an adventure.
"You, mister drummer, are trying to get me to bed", she leaned in closer, tempting him as she knew exactly what was she doing to him. He just kept looking at her lips, not caring about her noticing that, as she bit her lower lip, in intention of seducing him even more. She succeeded in that as he quitely groaned at that act of hers. "And you were right. I'm not the type of girl who comes to places like this, as I'm not a type of girl who's just gonna be one of your groupies, so I advise you to just forget about it blondie and maybe find other girl to hit on and bore", she leaned back where she was before and he just snorted, now looking infront of him into unknown space.
"Tease. I like that", he admitted truthfully and she proudly smirked at herself for how amazing she was. Who would know that she had it in her? She was always an uptight person. "And could I get your name, love?"
"Does it matter? It's not like we're gonna meet again", she teased and that being said made him roll his eyes, playfully.
"Oh, darling, I think we will", he teased back and she giggled.
"And why's that?"
"Because", he leaned in, putting his hand on her thigh, making her have goosebumps all over her body, "I'm not that easy to get rid of. You're gonna see more of me, darling", he winked at her and just as she was about to come with the comeback, the yelling was heard and the drummer quickly moved his hand away from her tigh, that was travelling higher and higher, to her inner tighs, making her even more desperate. She silently groaned at the loss of touch.
"Oh here you are, you idiot! Roger, I've been looking for you for the past half an hour, you said you were just going to the bar quickly! Freddie is on the parking lot being hysterical as he always is and needs your help with the van and the instruments. You need to hurry up and leave that groupie alone. ", the curly, furious looking guy, that invited her here, named Brian spat at the blonde boy. His words hurted her a little, but she ignored his comment about her being a groupie as she annoyingly looked at him. Brian, realising who she was, looked guilty about his choice of words. "Oh hi there Iris, I didn't see that it was you. Uhm sorry for that nickname, I didn't mean it. I see the two of you have met already", Brian spoke just too quickly and she laughed at him, as he continued rambling, "I'm glad you made it here-"
"Oh so Iris?", Roger interrupted, earning a glare from Brian, but complety ignoring that, smirking as he had just found out her name, teasingly looking at her, already, annoyed facial expression, as he continued. "Nice name, very meaningful. Do you know that, that in Greek mythology, Iris was the goddes of rainbow, a messenger for Zeus and Hera, who rode the rainbow as a bridge from heaven to earth? Iris is actually considered a symbol of power and majesty, representing faith, wisdom and valor. Are you called after a goddess? ", he said, putting his index finger on his chin, pretending to be thinking about it, as he continued his philosophy, while she stood there, vividly, shocked and without any words, and that's a rare thing. This man is well educated, or just too good with his words, or maybe just lucky. "Or are you named after the flower? You know, they come in a lot of colours, and you remind me of some purple or blue just like your deep eyes that seem to hold in just too much sadness in them. Even though, in most of the cultures Iris means happiness and summer. "
Her eyes never left his as he had just put her in some sort of trance. She blushed at his words, and cursed at herself for letting herself blush just too easily, quickly trying to cover her cheeks, but failing. He already saw what he did to her and smirked, proudly, knowing he had won this conversation.
"What's wrong, love? Did I say something wrong?", he grinned at her, taking a drag of his cigarette and leaning back against his chair.
Brian just stood there, confused to what was happening, carefully watching Roger talking. He seemed to be, just as she was, in some kind of trance.
"You're full of shit, drummer boy", she laughed at this whole situation, as she tried to pretend that this actually haven't affected her, and he joined in her laughter. Brian still stood there confused and bored, as he didn't find this funny at all. He looked annoyed, but they didn't seem to care at all. "Do you say this to all the girls you pick up at one of your gigs, or should I feel special?", she raised her eyebrow, waiting, patiently, for his answer.
"Don't flatter yourself, love. I'm just good with my words. I've made your heart melt, didn't I?", he asked, but it wasn't a question, because he already knew the answer and he knew that she would never give it to him.
"If that would help you sleep at night then okay, blondie", she winked.
"You can call me Roger you know, not those ridiciolus nicknames you have." , he said and she nodded. He stood up starting to walk past het but for the second he stopped. "And I'm gonna call you Petal, that sounds cute. Right Petal?", he smirked at creative nickname he gave her.
"Why Petal? Most people call me by my name, or my usual nickname, Izzy", she said facing him with confused look on her face.
"Well that's a bit boring, don't you think? Mine is much more creative", he put his hand on his hip, letting her know how proud he is for making that up and she laughed.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever, blondie. ", she shrugged and he laughed.
"See you soon Petal", he just left and she watched him go until he disappeared behind the door that led to a parking lot, Brian disappearing with him as well.
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